"Don't forget that this is also your ho. There is no need for you to be so polite to . You don't need to apologize. It's just that there are so many mannequins, sewing machines, and clothes. Are you majoring in Fashion Designing?" Kevin asked. He did not ask her why she cried and just kept looking around the materials in the room. He acted as if he didn't notice her tears so he could avoid making her feel embarrassed.
"Yes, " Leena answered coldly without even looking at Kevin. It wasn't that she was pretending to avoid him. It was more like she didn't know how to face him after arguing with him.
An unexpected tingle crept on Kevin's heart with how coldly Leena reacted. He couldn't explain how that pain got in his chest. It just ca there too sudden without him even noticing how.
"It seems like I don't know you at all. I don't even know what your major is. I really should care more about you." Kevin shook his head. He was indeed a bad husband. No wonder Leena was cold to him.
"I don't really care much about you too. It just breaks even. There's no need for you to change. I also know very little about you anyway, don't I?" Being indifferent to him was not sothing Lenna wanted. It was just that she couldn't help the hurtful words from pouring out whenever she opened her mouth. The impulse to say those was just too strong.
"Leena, look at , " Kevin said seriously. He was not accustod to her coldness and indifference as she was always lively and cheerful.
"No." Leena pouted and refused without any further thinking. The way she uttered her answer was filled with her little girl's charm. It was so naive yet at the sa ti, emotionless.
Kevin was completely dumbfounded. He could have handled the situation better if Leena just shouted at him. How was he supposed to react with her pouting like a child? Most of the people acquainted with him were of his age. Leena was definitely the first and only young person he got to talk with.
'"Well, I apologize, " he found himself saying tenderly. "I should not have gotten angry with you. I should not have let you cry. Sorry." He reached out to her and turned her body to face him. His eyes were warm and moist as he scanned her tearful face.
"Cry? Who cried? I didn't!" The beautiful wife denied amidst her continuous sobs. She wouldn't let him
Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.
To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.
"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."
She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other won.
Eventually she stord off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishnt.
y needed to ask for leave from their works. It was funny how the most excited person on that day was neither the bride nor the groom. It was the little guy, Justin, their wedding flower boy! He strived for this chance for a very long ti, so doing it made him ecstatic.
"Mommy, do you think I'm handso like this?" The kid jumped up and down to show everyone how cool he looked in his little suit.
"Yes! You are the most handso guy no matter what you wear, " Daisy chirped. She would never get tired of patiently answering him even if it was already the hundredth ti he asked.
"And compared to daddy? Who is more handso?" Justin laid prone on the sofa, and wrinkled his small nose cutely, then looked up to his mother.
"Well! This..." Daisy glanced towards Edward and felt thrown into a dilemma. She would certainly offend the other if she would choose between the two. Worse, the man who was busy inputting the data on his laptop also lifted his head up and straightly looked at her. Now that just doubled the pressure.
"Say it! Mommy, who is more handso?" Little Justin pushed the question again. He really wanted to know who was the real god between him and his daddy on Daisy's opinion.
"If you really want to say it, I say you two look like just one person. There is really no need to compare." Daisy hurriedly said and then quickly left that study room. Edward's hot gaze made her feel how dangerous it was being there. She would be safer out of it. Plus, she should start dressing up too. She needed to help the wedding later.
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