Black Wedding Stains

The Boundaries of Patience are Over

There was a loud noise coming from the man. He opened the door violently, like a person breaking down the door. All because he felt anxious and worried about his boss.

“There is ap ... Mr-mister Ernes? Mo-moana?”

“A-what are you guys doing, mom-not that Master slept with me last night? Then why is Mister here? W-then, what is it with you guys why not wear clothes at all? Actually, what happened to Mister and Moana?"

The man looked at Ernest and Moana in turn. He was really confused to see the state of the two of them like this. While Ernet and Moana were silent, they glanced at each other sharply with anger.

“Ja-don't say, what the employees said was true. If you guys, it turns out that it does have more relationships than just coworkers?”

A man named Felix Gladwin Reagan looked so shocked when he saw the incident. He was also Ernest's 26-year-old assistant.

Felix did not think that his boss, apparently had a special relationship with his secretary. In fact, he knew very well that his boss was not such a man. Ernest was typical of men who were cold to a woman, so there was no way he could do this.

However, what he saw now managed to make him completely speechless. Anxious, worried, and panicked faces made Ernest a cold sweat.

“Ti-no, Fel! You-you misunderstood, i-it's not like what you saw. The oath!"

"Please, don't trust him! Moana was a very cunning woman. He had already managed to trap me and was trying to exploit my unconsciousness last night. Even if it is true that I and he have done that, then where is the red spot that should be on the bed?”

“Why does this bed even look clean? Not that women who claim to be good children, if spiked by the opposite sex will definitely leave a trace, right?"

"Lantas, where is all that? Why isn't there? Now it's definitely not, if she just claims to be a nice woman, but the truth is she's nothing more than another guy's bedmate!”

Ernest always tried to give his explanation to Felix, without thinking about how devastated Moana's feelings were already inexplicable. The humiliation that Ernest said hurt the girl deeply, but Ernest still did not want to be blamed.

It seems obvious, doesn't it? If here Ernest only defended himself in front of Felix. Because Ernest feared Felix to the point of thinking negatively about him over the events of today.

Moreover, Felix has worked much longer than Moana. So, he should have known Ernest far more than Moana. In fact, the assistant even sided with Moana who had become a victim of pele*had his own boss.

Felix and Ernest are very professional work partners, even they can be considered a friend of brotherhood. Felix's close 24-hour bond and readiness beside Ernest is well worth a thumbs-up.

“Bad master ... Master has taken it! Without sin, you turned the facts around and tried to vilify me. Basic guy of coward*!”

“Apaan anyway! No need to be holy-spirited as a person. If we do, where is the evidence? Show me!"

"Can't, right? Eat it don't be smart! Look, on the bed there is not the slightest stain of your seal. That means you've done it to someone else. Once you get nothing from him, then go back to looking for the next prey, I!"

"When you see an opportunity, that's where you start to act to trap me with all these misunderstandings. Right, right?"

“Already, no need to be hypocritical! I'm sick of hearing crocodile tears!"

"Now I understand, the tactics of the game all ja*lang like you. They just need to capitalize on pretending to be a victim, then blame everything on the concerned. With you doing that, you think you can get what you want?"

"Haha, you're bod*doh! Wake up, not most dreams. If you fall ill, Miss Moana!”

Ernest always emphasized word for word spoken to the poor girl. His gaze and his trivial laughter, had actually pierced Moana's heart repeatedly.

The look of anger in Moana's eyes was no longer contained. Until finally, Ernest again berated Moana until the limit of his patience was completely exhausted.

“During this time I consider a good woman who is always polite, independent, and rarely do I hear her complaints. Turns out ohh, as it turns out, it was just a mask to just cover up his original attitude. Cihh, disgusting!”

Plaac!

One loud slap from Moana's tiny hand had successfully landed right on Ernest's smooth cheek. A heart that felt extremely hot, also hurt just as it was pierced by thousands of swords that were so long. This time, Moana was already not looking at who Ernest was. To Moana, Ernest was just like a bereng*sek guy in general. Dare to do, but raise your hand when held accountable.

The slap, was the first slap for Moana to dirty her own hand in order to give a beautiful sign that Ernest would always remember forever.

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