Young Master's Beautiful Wife
Chapter 15
Cklek!
Marcel opens the door to his room and finds Zoya reading a book with a bluetooth headset in her ear.
“Don't wear that, later you're deaf!” macel said he pulled the bluetooth headset from Zoya's right ear.
Roughly, Zoya closes her book and stares at Marcel. He removed the bluetooth headset from his left ear, and intended to exit the room.
Cheque!
Marcel immediately intercepts her, he pulls Zoya's body to the wall. Unlike before, Zoya's head does not hurt even though behind her there is a wall, it's because Marcel protects the back head.
Zoya emboldens herself to look into the eyes of Marcel's eagle, a dark black eye capable of making Zoya drown there.
And so did Marcel, he looked back at his wife. For some reason, the turmoil in her heart made her do this to Zoya.
Marcel thought only printed the name of revenge but know, Marcel's heart imprinted the name of affection. Marcel is not a rude person, he changed like this since the death of Hirata Zavania Pramuditya, his older sister.
“Release!” alerted Zoya in a hoarse voice, she attempted to push the chest of Marcel's field but in reality the male was much stronger.
“Do You Love Me, Zoya?”
The deg!
Zoya's heart while wanting to be dislodged from her place, Marcel's question just made Zoya bulshing. Zoya bites her lower lip to relieve her nervousness, not knowing what to answer.
“K-why do you ask like that, Young Master?”
“Jawab my previous question!”
“S-me ... I don't know about that, Young Master. At this time I have not felt anything in My heart, Young Master.” said Zoya in a soft tone, Marcel looks to sigh violently.
Marcel releases his confinement, as he sees Zoya's dark black eyes. Marcel loosened his tie and opened his suit, now only a black shirt with my side sleeves wrapped in his burly body.
“Come on!” Marcel patted the king-size mattress.
With a trembling step, Zoya approached the king size bed of Marcel. Zoya's mouth went to recite the prayer of salvation, and she laid her hands on her chest.
When he got to the edge of the bed, Marcel immediately pulled the girl's hand. Now Zoya's position is sitting on Marcel's thigh with Zoya's hand that accidentally holds the chest of Marcel's field.
Marcel was slightly t3rangs4ng when Zoya's breath hit the white skin of her neck and chest plane.
“M-sorry to Me, Young Master!” just as Zoya wanted to get up from that position, Marcel immediately embraced her waist.
“Your cheeks are blushing!” marcel said after he chuckled for a moment.
Zoya's reflexes immediately hold her two cheeks that feel hot, it's true she is holding the shame now but she is in fashion sulking.
“Ck, I'm just not feeling well!” elak Zoya was quick, he turned his face away.
“Then, let's get a doctor for a body temperature check!” take Marcel, Zoya immediately delicates.
“T-no need, I've been rather healthy.”
“Zoya!”
Basically Zoya is a short girl, so Zoya looks up to see Marcel's face. “What's up, Young Master?”
“I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm a typical person who tends to talk like that! So sorry I.”
Zoya gawked at that, in fact her heart was in flowery hearing an apology from Marcel.
For a moment Zoya hesitates to forgive Marcel but from Marcel's sad gaze, Zoya is convinced that Marcel's words just now are sincere apologies.
“I am only disappointed because the Young Master had the heart to throw away my cake.” Og Zoya, her heart hurts again if she remembers the cake that she made hard and then just broke.
“I didn't destroy or throw it away, Zoya. I ate it!”
“Do not lie, Young Master. I myself saw the caramel cake I destroyed on that floor, even I also cleaned it!” said Zoya, he pointed at the floor he meant.
No wind or rain, Marcel's hands stretched out to cupper both Zoya's chubby cheeks and smiled faintly.
Zoya was stunned when she saw the thin smile that rose on Marcel's handsome face, very handsome.
“I ate it to the end, there was nothing left. I told Marvel to buy the same caramel cake at the pastry shop then I slammed the cake, so it looks like your cake that I slammed.” explained Marcel. This is the first time a 10-door refrigerator has said such a thing at length.
“So the Young Master ate it up?” zoya's eyes glazed over, Marcel nodded slowly.
“Kyaaa>
Without Zoya realizing it, she immediately hugged Marcel's burly body. For no apparent reason, Marcel's heart was racing but Zoya didn't notice.
Zoya lets go of her embrace and looks into Marcel's eyes. “Then how does it feel, Young Master? Is it good?”
“No.”
Zoya's big smile suddenly faded from Marcel's answer, can't Marcel say yes to make his wife happy? Basic insensitive.
“Ohhh.”
The expression on Zoya's face changed instantly, which was cheerful now like a cloud overcast. Seeing the silent Zoya makes Marcel feel guilty.
“I'm just kidding, Zoya. Your cake is delicious!” marcel said, Zoya just kept quiet without smiling.
“Image Young Master is not funny!”
14:00 WIB
“Oma, I heard Marcel is married yahh? Why wasn't I invited, Oma?”
The girl with the brown hodie and the matching miniskirt looked sad as Oma of Marcel nodded as a sign of her question.
“Yes, Marcel's parents also approve of their relationship. Though I really don't like that girl!” the Oma Marcel.
“Beautiful wife Marcel is not Oma?”
“Oma only see the photo, Marcel has never invited here!”
The girl's gaze looked sad, Marcel including his childhood friend. He always paid more attention to Marcel in the past, it was all he did because of his love. But while in High School, he had to move to Yogyakarta and that made him far away from Marcel.
“I hope you will be the daughter-in-law of the Pramuditya family, and not the girl!” said Oma.
“Why Oma trusts me so much to be the wife of Marcel?” ask the girl.
Oma smiled faintly. “Because you are a good girl, beautiful and very talented. You are also Marcel's childhood friend, so I want you to be the daughter-in-law of the Pramuditya family.”
“Thank you for trusting Me, Oma. But I don't want to take Marcel from his wife, maybe the two love each other, right?” said the girl, she's quite sane.
“They don't love each other, and never will!”
“Why Oma talk like that?”
“The wife of Marcel is the son of the man who had made Hirata die and Marcel married the girl with the aim of revenge through the girl, so they married not on the basis of love but revenge. So you still have a chance to be Marcel's wife and bear the title Young Madam Pramuditya!” obviously Oma, he grasped both hands of the girl.
“Didn't you love Marcel too much?” oma asked, she stared fixedly at the girl's brown eyes.
The girl nodded enthusiastically, she had indeed loved Marcel a long time ago. And he will go on to enter Marcel's heart, though a thousand obstacles stand in his way.
“Yes! I really love Marcel, Oma!”
“Then take Marcel from the girl who made Hirata die!” pinta Oma Marcel, the girl smiled widely and nodded quickly.
"Whatever the obstacles, Gw will step forward to fight for Gw's love for Lo, Cel. I've long loved and liked Lo, although Gw had to risk the friendship even Gw's life, if it's for the sake of Lo then I'm willing to do it!" Inner the girl, the flame of love within her began to grow.