Boss Cold Pursue Wife Naughty
BDMIN 125 (HEARTED BOSS COLD)
Antonio painstakingly squeezed Jason's body into his apartment and then laid it down on the sofa. With a limp step Antonio walked towards the kitchen, opened the refrigerator took a bottle of mineral water and straightened it up to nothing.
After quenching his thirst, Antonio went into the room and let Jason himself sleep on the sofa in the living room. Feeling his body sticky from sweat, Antonio chose to take a bath before resting. In the bathroom he stood under the shower hoping his mind could be calmer after his head got wet with water.
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The next morning, at exactly seven o'clock in the morning Antonio came out of his room already dressed neatly. Today there will be an important meeting with shareholders in the company so that he must attend early and prepare.
Antonio is an independent person, in the morning he will deftly prepare all his personal needs including breakfast. Now Antonio is making two cups of coffee and toast with cream cheese and avocado. After all was ready, he woke up Jason who was still faithful struggling in a dream on his sofa.
"Hey, wakeup. It's morning."
"Eeengg," that's just Jason's response, and then turned to look back at Antonio.
"Get up, you fool."
"Dad, stop bothering me. I don't want to go to Germany. I just want to be here" Jason said, delirious enough to make Antonio give up and let him sleep longer.
"Basic crazy. Than I'm late better let him." murmured Antonio then ate his own breakfast.
After breakfast, Antonio leaves for the office and leaves Jason alone in his apartment.
Throughout the journey his mind was still wandering around his father. Antonio doesn't know what to do with his father right now. Because it is certain at today's shareholders meeting will bring him to meet his father. His heart was still hurting and he still hated it. So could it be that he could cover it up and act as if everything was fine?
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Aurelie smiled and watched the mother being examined by a nurse. After the surgery, the mother's health seemed much better. His skin that began to wrinkle again looked fresh and bright. Her originally dull hair now looks shiny. For an Aurelie, there is nothing happier than seeing a mother who is healthy again and can live a long time with her. Because only the mother Aurelie has in this world.
His mother was an orphan who was raised in a home. At least Daneila, Aurelie's mother spent 18 years of her life there before she finally got a scholarship and studied out of town. That ultimately required Deneila to live independently. And it was on that campus that Aurelie's father and mother met. Falling in love and finally getting married.
Aurelie doesn't hold much memory of her father. Because his father died at a young age, leaving his mother and himself at the age of five. Aurelie never knew about her relatives or the origin of her father. Because his mother always avoided even refusing to discuss it. When Aurelie asked if her father had grown up in the parlour like her mother, she said no. Doesn't that mean my father has a family? But for that reason, after his father died, no relatives visited him. Only Aurelie's mother was alone to accompany her.
"It's over, the vital signs everything looks good. I'll report it to the doctor at a visit later. Hopefully Mrs. Daneila can go home soon."
"Thank you, sister."
After the nurse left, Aurelie walked over to her mother. The smile never separated from Aurelie's lips made the mother also feel happy.
"I'm so glad you're back to health."
"Mom is also happy to be healthy again. Because that means I still have more time to keep you company."
"I love mom."
"Mother too. Oh yeah, have you met that benefactor?"
"Emm, not yet. It's very difficult to find information about her" said Aurelie desperate to make the look of the mother's face turned sad.
"But don't worry, I'll try to figure it out so I can thank him immediately."
"May the benefactor always be given health. Until the moment we can repay her kindness." said Daneila as she hugged and kissed her daughter's head.
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