Alex The Heir

Refusing

A woman who locked herself in a dark apartment hugged her own body with thoughts that continued to spread to the crown. 

"How do I deal with grandfather? I don't have a face in front of him anymore. Grandpa told me not to take this mission, my God, I'm so sorry." Monologue in fear. 

The bell that sounded like a frightening specter to Layla, stared straight without intending to open the door. 

"Lala.Lala, it's Roy. Open door!" 

Layla's lethargic move, forced to open the door, knows how Roy must have barged in because he was worried about his condition. 

"You okay?" roy asked as he held the two women's arms in front of him. 

"I'm good, why did you come here?" Layla stepped back into the bed and lay limp. 

A worried Roy checks his ex-lover's forehead. "Let's go to the doctor." 

"I'm fine." Layla brushed off the man's hand. "You'd better go!" drive away who does not want to linger one room with the ex. 

"Eh, I came here because I was worried about you. You haven't been seen in a few days at the office, what's really going on?" 

"Stop Roy, don't worry about me like a lover. Remember that! Our relationship is over." Cetus Layla's.

"All right, I'm going. Call me if you need anything, take care of yourself." Roy was forced to give in and was about to kiss the head of the former who was immediately stopped by the owner. 

"No need to kiss me." 

"I'm just a Baby reflex." Roy's chuckle that passed away left that place. 

Layla took a deep breath and shook her head, recalling their long-suffering relationship but the man still considered her a lover. 

"Huh, I don't even want to do anything right now." His mutter who was about to close the door with shuddering steps, as if his body was very weak. 

A shoe blocking the door closed, Layla sighed violently while swearing at the man. "I'm so tired Roy, go!" I don't see who the man behind the door is. 

"It's me, Alex."

"Alex?" Layla opened the door a quarter of the time, looking at the boss who had not seen her face for days. Anger wanted to explode, looking at the man who had already snatched away her virginity. "Oh you, go! I don't want to bother anyone." Keto. 

"Who is Roy?" alex asked frowning, indeed he did not love the secretary but would try because they were soon to get married. Hearing the name of another man spoken on Layla's lips, there was a feeling of dislike. 

"My ex-boyfriend." Just answer Layla who was about to close the door. "Ck, don't bother me and get out of here." 

"I know you must have been upset about the trouble that night, I came here to take responsibility for you." 

"And I don't want it, my mission's over and that means we're not tied to anything." Layla smiled blandly. 

"You're still my private secretary." 

"I've sent you a letter of resignation, so we're not bound by anything." 

"Bas stubborn." Alex begins to grow furious with the woman before him who is trying to push the door closed, his patience begins to erode and easily open the door width that becomes a barrier between them. 

"What do you really want?" layla jolted furiously, looking at the man before her sharply.

"I should have asked like that, what do you really want?" 

Alex rubbed his face violently, fighting stubbornly from the woman would find no end. Taking a deep breath and taking it out slowly, doing so as much as three times a little control over his emotions. The thin smile on the face was re-engraved, finding the idea so that the woman would not avoid it. 

"All right, I'm going. But what if you're pregnant with my son?" 

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Layla did not imagine anything that far, swallowing the saliva with great difficulty as if stuck in her throat. "He's right, what if I'm pregnant with his child? Why don't I think about this, Grandpa will get even more angry." The specter of a ghost that danced in thought, made her body tremble. 

Alex chuckles at the sweat running down Layla's temple, his words successfully tainting the poor woman's mind. "How's it?" 

"I've decided not to marry you." 

"You're gonna get my identity, and become Alex Anderson's mistress. Do you have the heart to see our future children live without the affection of both parents? Do not be narrow-minded with your ego's importance." continued Alex. 

"Go from here! You're making me even more upset. Let me find another way out, the most important thing is that I don't marry you." Layla pushed Alex's burly body with all her might, ignoring the words of the man who tried to instigate her. 

Alex kept banging on the door a few times but there was no answer, a little disappointed with his unwelcome good intentions. "Geez, if grandpa hadn't forced me to be a gentleman, I wouldn't have married that stubborn woman either." He muttered as he left the place. 

****

"How did it go?" asked an old man who was looking at him with bright sparkling eyes, holding great hope. 

Alex shook his head slowly, his face looking disappointed. "He refused to marry." 

"refused you? How come? You're pretty good-looking and almost perfect, so why doesn't Layla like you?" David frowned not understanding the affairs of young people today, very different times with him. 

"My life is less harsh and less touching." John's chirps that hold back laughter. 

"Ck, don't laugh at me. If she doesn't want to get married, I didn't force her either." Said Alex sitting himself on a soft sifa. 

"What if your seed is on him?" reprimand David knitted his two eyebrows.

"I don't care." Alex got off the couch, climbed the stairs into his room. 

David saw there was no passion for the grandson to take responsibility, glancing at John who just shrugged both shoulders cluelessly. 

"Let's call Layla's family, find out as much detail as you can!" tell David to be curious. 

"I already know his identity, he's the grandson of a famous businessman and not just any woman." 

"Then, why would Layla want to be a paid woman to do your mission?" 

"I don't know why either." 

"Let's just say, you call his family and we'll try to explain the matter. What if she contains Alex's seed? Isn't that great." David was so excited to imagine himself being a great-grandson and playing spent a very boring old age. 

"Alright, I'll try to contact his family." 

Alex rubbed his hair violently, stuck in Jessie's game which turned out to have a story of how to act like that. "So she has a mother who's in Rudra's shackle? Why does Grandpa never tell you about his son other than Arden's father?" he thought with interrelated problems. 

"I haven't seen Rudra in days." Alex grabs the phone calling Jimmy's assistant.