Cold Beloved CEO

Cold Beloved CEO
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Julian sat in a cafe with a cup of Coffe Americano. While waiting for Dave and Julia Fitying clothes he pulled out a laptop to check his work.


Even though he was not in the office, the job was still his duty.


Who else would have handled Dave's work if not him? especially when approaching Dave's wedding day and keysa a lot of work left Dave alone.


" Isn't that Julian?" mumbled Fanya who turned out to be in the same cafe.


" Why is he here? why not go to the office?" ask him to yourself.


Fanya walks over to Julian who looks very focused on his laptop.


" Mas Julian." called Fanya immediately made Julian look up his head.


" Fanya? how are you here?" julian said as he found Fanya standing beside him.


" Can I sit?"


" Hm."


" I'm here to go to the hospital" said Fanya, waving her hand to the waiter.


" The strawberry juice is one" said Fanya.


" So, please wait a minute."


" Your mom is sick?" julian asked while closing his laptop.


" Slightly less well" replied Fanya.


" Why not go to the office?"


" You didn't go to the office" Julian said, reversing Fanya's remarks.


" Excuse me please."


" Thank you" said Fanya after the waiter placed his drink on the table.


" Will I have a need to take my mom to the hospital, if not me who else?" answer Fanya.


" Why are you here? alone again." he continued half-literate.


" I was dropping off Dave and Keysa on the boutique" Julian said, pointing to a large building across the street.


" They're new fitting clothes?" asked Fanya a little surprised because the article Their wedding day is less than a month but they just fittings clothes.


" What's the matter?" julian asked as he sipped coffee in front of him.


" Gapapa anyway, their marriage is staying soon" replied Fanya.


Julian did not reply to Fanya's words, his phone rang.


He looked out the glass that Dave was waiting for him in front of the car.


" Wait a minute I'll be right back" said Julian, who turned out to be Dave's call.


" Mister Dave huh?" guess Fanya is julian.


" I have to go, Dave's waiting for me" Julian said as he stuffed his laptop into the bag.


" Ayeah, please. Be careful on the road." said Fanya who stood up and slightly bowed her body.


" You are also the day of the heart when you go home." Julian replied while gently rattling Fanya's hair.


" I-iya" replied Fanya nervously after which Julian left behind Fanya who was sculpting.


Fanya held onto her chest that was beating with a wry. Just a slight touch on his head was able to make his heart seem to want to jump from its place.


" Is it worth it that I have a taste for you?" Mumbled Fanya while staring at Julian's departure.


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" Why so long?" dave said as Julian sat his ass in the steering wheel.


" It's only been 5 minutes since you called me" Julian replied as he fitted his seatbelt.


" I said goodbye to someone who accompanied me at the cafe." replied Julian who had driven his car to the building.


" Fanya" replied Julian making both keysa's eyebrows intertwined.


" Fanya temen me?" sahut Keysa Julian.


" Why is he here? why not go to the office?"


" Say he ran out of the hospital without his mother feeling well." replied Julian.


" Ooh.."


It did not feel the car they were riding in arrived at a building that will be used to hold the wedding of Dave and Keysa.


They went down and entered the building.


Keysa's eyes sparkled when he saw how beautiful the wedding decorations he and Dave would use later. The gaping mouth expressed how amazed this extremely luxurious decoration was.


No wonder if this takes a long time, because the decoration of this building is really luxurious.


Julian is indeed looking for the best WO in Indonesia at the request of both parents Dave. No wonder if this work requires a cost that is no less fantastic.


" you like it? it's not completely finished yet" said Dave pulling Keysa's waist to get him close.


" Like it, it's really fancy." Keysa replied without taking his eyes off.


" It must be expensive" Keysa looked at Dave with a plain look.


Dave chuckled lightly at the plain words coming out of his future wife's lips.


He rattled Keysa's hair because his future wife was so adorable.


" No need to think, my money will not run out just for our simple wedding party" said Dave made the two girls eyes glare perfectly.


Simple? Did Dave just go down?.


If this is said to be simple then what kind of luxury?


Keysa rattled his head to look at Dave who was still chuckling.


" What are you doing?" dave said when he saw Keysa's hard-to-guess facial expression.


" Crazy." said Keysa then went to see the others.


Dave frowned then laughed loudly, he knew what was on his mind.


He then walked after keysa who was looking at the entire building.


" After we get married, can I work?" keysa looked at Dave who was standing next to him.


" I won't ban you anything. If I think you'd be better off at home, let your husband do the work. You're just sitting sweet in the house waiting for my return." said Dave, kissing keysa's head.


" I'll be bored at home" Keysa pursed his lips.


" You can come to work then, but if one day you're pregnant, I strictly forbid you to come to work." replied Dave.


" Yes ma. thank you." said Keysa hugged Dave's body.


Dave had thought of everything, he did not forbid keysa in any case. let Keysa do what he thought was comfortable and safe. As long as the seed of love has not grown in the belly of keysa, dave will not prohibit what g will be done by keysa later.


But if one day the seed of love begins to grow in Keysa's stomach, he will firmly prohibit keysa from doing things that he thinks will harm keysa and her future baby.


Dave begins to learn how to be a good husband, be a good household leader, and make a wife to be happy.


Learn how to minimize a problem in the household. No matter how small it is he learned until he really understands so that later he is easy to apply it.


After being satisfied to look around, Dave invited Keysa home because the day had gone by and their time for lunch.


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