[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Don't Grip the Thorn

The woman of no more height than the chin of the Throne moved her face towards the neck, trying to inhale as much masculine scent from there. Feeling unsatisfied, the woman with wavy hair felt the muscular neck of the Throne on various sides.

"Ehm ..., dear." The throne tried to slightly keep her neck away from Bella.

However, the woman was still trying to squeeze into the recesses of the Throne's neck. The athletic man held Bella's shoulder and gently pushed her back.

"Darling, you know I wouldn't have done that before we were really together" said the Throne softly still with both hands holding the smooth shoulder.

Bella, the only daughter of one of the conglomerate families in a country that is allied with Indonesia, rolled her eyes irritated. She brushed off the Throne's hand and turned back towards her dresser.

The throne breathed a long breath looking at her sulking lover. He steps up to Bella and stands right behind her.

"Come ... Our relationship will get smoother after this meeting." His burly hands rubbed the top of Bella's head.

There was no response from the beginning of the woman who was busy applying lipstick on her sex lips. The throne knows very well Bella is upset, but how else. He could not have sinned and disappointed his dear mother.

"Hurry up, I'll wait for you downstairs" he continued and waltzed away from the room filled with the scent of lavender.

Bella sees the reflection of the Throne's body disappearing behind the door from the glass of her dressing table. Highlight the sharp eyes and the sly smile expanding on his lips.

Whatever happens you have to get me, Throne. I can't wait any longer, Inner Bella.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, finally the long-awaited person came down as well. A woman who looks sexy and glamorous with a bag worth hundreds of millions was down one by one stairs with grace.

While at the Mahardika residence, Cinta was seen busy in the kitchen with Bi Siti, the main maid in the house. He stirred and tasted the dishes he made himself skillfully like a reliable chef. Love had been accustomed to cooking by herself since she was seventeen years old. His parents were broke at the time and his mother had to work to help his father, so inevitably he had to take care of all the needs of the house including looking after his sister.

"What cooking, Ta?" ask Laras who just went into the kitchen.

"Chicken's car, Aunt. The throne likes opor."

Laras nodded slowly. He noticed the movements of Love that were so active as if he did not care about today's meeting.

I always thought he liked the Throne, but why does he look excited now? Am I the one who guessed wrong? No, my feelings are always right. Or perhaps he was trying to sincerely accept the fact that the Throne already had a lover? The questions of Love kept swirling around in his head.

He himself did not even think that his son had a lover out there. The middle-aged woman thought that Love would be her daughter-in-law because, given that the only woman around her son is Love. He was even happy just thinking about it. But even so, Laras could not impose his will.

"Come, kid, let's go ahead. Soon they may arrive," asked Laras and embraced Love.

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