Died Ahead of Marriage

89. Jealous

"Why did you suddenly just turn into a considerate man like this? Oh, I know! Your wife can't give you offspring? Then you guessed our son was your son?" Anna looked at Zico sharply folding both of her hands.

"You're wrong!"

"Oh yeah, what did you say? D*rah?" Anna smiled sinisterly with her cold face.

"Where is d*rah than money? Wouldn't your life have preferred your property, throne, and everything that your wife has? Please enjoy the endless treasure you will have! Don't you disturb my family and get out of front of me!" Anna moved away with a swift motion leaving the location where Zico was looking for what he had never seen before.

Zico was stunned to find Anna who had just pulled out a sweet absorbency from her mouth. He had not expected, the woman who was once so gentle and obedient to him had now turned 180 degrees. As if, he no longer knew this woman who used to always give what was asked. Even his crown.

"Anna, are you really my old woman?"

Anna moved quickly away from the restaurant building to her husband's vehicle which led them to this place. Without a second thought, Anna got into the vehicle.

Anna found a silent atmosphere silent without a single greeting. He took the position as comfortable as possible and immediately put on a seat belt. Amar glanced at it for a moment and started to start the engine of his vehicle.

"Who was that, Ma? Why does he always refer to himself as Papa Anan? In fact, just saw it yesterday," said Anan broke the tense atmosphere on the journey of silence.

"It's not good to eavesdrop on other people's conversations! How many times have you warned me?" Anna re-attached her sharp eyes to the son.

"Don't do that to him! You scared him!" amar said, focused only on the road.

His gaze turned to Amar. 'Fortunately, Papa Anan is still alive. Papa Anan is very good. So, Anan is getting more and more affectionate towards Papa, ' his inner self. After which, his gaze turned to the scene outside the car window. He enjoyed the half-overcast atmosphere in the city.

This time, they returned to Amar's house which he had deliberately prepared long ago for the sake of Anna and her son. Unlike before who only lived in apartments, this time the spacious house they stepped on had a very large size. So vast, Anan ran to and fro.

"Papa's house is really good, not like the house above Mama's salon." Anan did not stop blurting at his lips.

Amar forced his smile. Her heart, was so mixed when she let Anna talk to Zico earlier. Unlike when she was with the Yoga Doctor, when she was with Zico, Amar's heart began to feel fear. Moreover, Anan who he knew was indeed Zico's biological child.

"What do you think, right? Why have you been quiet since?"

Anna's question just now, jerked her away from the long daydream. He glanced at Anna still with a cold face in silence.

"Speak! What do you think, right? Is it related to Zico? Are you jealous?"

Amar breathed heavily.

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