CEO Twins And Girls Choice

A Wife Who Feel Appreciated

"Will it work?" The question slid from Isabel's lips as she looked at Erich, her husband who had looked well-groomed when the long-haired woman had just entered the room after preparing breakfast in the kitchen with the help of her servant aunt.

"Yes, I gotta get back to work, baby. My cut is over and I'll be back to taking care of the company as before when we're still not married" replied Erich, who rubbed his wet hair with a towel.

Isabel approached, taking the towel from her husband's hand, until now she was the one who fought to dry the man's wet hair.

"Sit's not just sitting down. For the matter of drying my hair, is not it my duty now?"

Erich chuckles. He pinched the top of his nose before dropping body weight on the sofa.

"A right too. Didn't I already have a wife, why bother myself." There is a great pride when you call yourself a husband. Apparently, a few days of marriage is not a dream.

"Come, do your job. This husband of yours will gladly accept." Erich positioned his body as comfortably as possible. His back rests on the head of the sofa, ready to enjoy the service offered by his wife.

"All right." Isabel takes a position by standing behind the sofa, while Erich's head is right in front of her.

Swabs, swabs. Occasionally Isabel gave a light massage on the head that made Erich closed his eyes by a comfortable sensation that could not be rejected.

"Well, you're like a professional masseuse, baby. I even want to fall asleep again by your comfortable massage," Erich said, still closing his eyes. Isabel certainly smiles as soon as she gets a compliment from someone dear.

"Enough, baby. If I go on, I'll be late for the office." Erich took off the two tagans Isabel was combing her hair before the man left. He had to be prepared quickly, although honestly it was hard to leave Isabel while still in a newlyweds atmosphere like this. "We'll get it back after I get home from work" Erich said, winking. Tempting the wife until the beautiful woman blushed in shame.

Erich and Isabel enter the walk in closet, choosing clothes and shoes to be cremated to work.

"Which one?" Ask Isabel who is confused enough to match the suit and shirt that if it fits in the body of the husband. Indeed, if from the posture, skin and also the level owned by Erich, it does not take time to choose. Because even though using a suit stelan with any color still looks handsome.

"Whatever you choose, I'll happily wear it." Erich was not even ceaselessly teasing.

Isabel smears a smile. He looked back at the direction where Erich's clothes were stored. Erich's shirt and trousers of overall material have almost the same color.

Quickly, while working I often see my sister wearing a shirt color and a suit that is almost similar. Apparently, I only like colors like this.

Isabel's view is still fixed on the row of shirts that are dominated by dark colors. Maybe only that color is Erich's favorite color.

It is also suitable for its cold and firm character.

"Honey," called Erich who made Isabel tiptoe.

"Yes!"

"Why are you, daydreaming?" Grep. Erich hugged Isabel's body from behind with her chin resting against Isabel's neck. "Come, get me some clothes, before I'm really late for the office" whispered Erich right in the wife's ear.

"Awhile." The girl was about to make a move, but Erich seemed to be holding back the movement. Close the wife as if unwilling to let go.

"Sir" whined Isabel.

"Ok, alright," answered Erich who had to reluctantly release Isabel from the shackles.

"Well, done," exclaimed Isabel in a cheerful tone after successfully serving the husband as he wished.

"How's it?" Isabel asks Erich to stand in front of the mirror. Asking for an assessment as well as making sure if the husband likes the results of his choice or not.

Erich frowned. Pretending and thinking deeply.

"Why are your choices... This cool?"

Isabel, who was afraid that Erich would not like her, now breathed a sigh of relief. Erich's words may sound exaggerated, but in Isabel's eyes Erich may try to appreciate his hard work by giving praise as an expression of gratitude.

Initially the girl herself was not confident enough to be able to be with Erich let alone take care of all her needs. Isabel, who was only treated like a servant by Arum, apparently had limitations in terms of education and association.

Never feel the learning at the college table, often make him inferior. In the sphere of association, Isabel had no friends. Since her life was controlled by Arum completely, Isabel was confined. Never interact with the outside world and just crammed with work.

It felt so painful when Isabel remembered it. And now being able to feel comfortable living with Erich, it's like being in a dream but real.

"Darling, why daydream?"

The girl smiled gently. As soft as Erich's eyes were on him.

"Em, no."

"All right." Erich could certainly feel the change in the mood of the wife. He clasped his wife's shoulder and guided her out of the dressing room. "Come, we'll have breakfast. I can't wait to gobble up the food cooked by my beloved wife."

There was certainly nothing happier for Isabel than all the care and affection Erich had for her. Perhaps Erich is the most beautiful gift that God has prepared in exchange for his suffering in the past.

Being treated like a waiter makes Isabel so deft in preparing breakfast for her husband. He began to move two loaves of bread into a dish to give to Erich.

"Thank you, baby."

They ate breakfast just two. All the families had resigned and deliberately gave the newlyweds a chance to spend time together without any interference.

Erich wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue. His stomach feels full. He checks the watch on the wrist. Apparently it was time for Erich to leave. As soon as he rose from his original position, Erich recalled his mother's words before returning to the capital.

"Dear."

"Yes, what's wrong, brother?" Isabel, the girl who had been holding the briefcase and was about to give it to her husband, stopped her activities for a moment. He listened and listened to her husband's words.

"Late next week I'm asking us to go back to the capital. Yeah, I said count all honeymooners." After saying Erich even had a laugh. Laugh at her mother's wits so she doesn't refuse to go home.

"Well, I can't wait for the weekend to come."

Erich certainly smiled happily with the answer and enthusiasm shown by the wife. Again he felt lucky. Isabel not only loved him but also loved his family.

Tbc.