Ex But Married

MTM 47 - Beautiful in White

47

As London enters spring, almost all kinds of plants are preparing to spread beautiful flower petals and foliage that makes anyone happy to see it. Usually, in spring like this the locals like to spend their time in the garden looking at the flower beds and writing down new hopes for the coming spring.

Love blossoms in the spring, that hope that Jeje currently has. White long dress limited to calves she chose to complete her appearance, wave hair hanging limited to the waist adds elegance, there are also shiny diamond earrings on her earlobes. Really, anyone would be fascinated to see it.

Especially a man leaning against the body of the car, at lunchtime like this he came to pick up Jeje, not for lunch together but just to drive Jeje to the restaurant.

The dimples of her cheeks were visible when she smiled to see Jeje had already walked towards her, the woman was very beautiful and charming herself. Unfortunately ... Jeje's beauty is not for her. Ozan is self-aware that he is just a backup guy for Jeje, it's okay .. whatever he will do for Jeje's happiness.

"What do you think? I beautiful?" He tucked the fine hair behind his ears, the peach-colored polished lips smiling widely.

"Beautiful in white .. You are so beautiful."

"Hem, Marvel used to love it when I wore a white dress like this."

Ozan nodded without answering, opening the car door for Jeje.

"Come in ...."

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Silence accompanied their trip to the restaurant. No one starts the conversation. Ozan and Jeje dissolve into each other's minds. Occasionally Ozan's eyes glanced at the restless Jeje next to him, the woman's eyes staring out the window while her hands crept and trembled, indicating that Jeje was starting to panic.

After traveling approximately thirty minutes, their car arrived at the courtyard of the famous restaurant in the cottage. Jeje tidied up her appearance before getting out of the car.

"Ozan, I don't look like a sick person, do I? My nose isn't bleeding, is it?" Cold sweat felt filled his forehead and palms.

"Calm down, Je .. You don't have to worry. Everything must be going the way you want." He wanted to forbid Jeje from seeing other men, but unfortunately he had no right to do that.

"I hope so ... Marvel can't know I'm sick. I don't want Marvel to forgive and accept me for being sorry for me, only you can know about my current condition."

Ozan breathed a heavy sigh, even until now Jeje did not know that he had told Celine about the disease suffered by Jeje. Yes, that day he erased all call history including the photo he sent to Celine, but his chat with Celine that time recounted the question mark in his mind.

"I hope I'm not late, otherwise Marvel would be angry, he'd hate to wait."

"You don't want to keep me inside?"

I really want to, but Ozan doesn't want to be a mosquito repellent there.

Ozan glanced at the clock on his wrist. "Other times, yes .. I have to go back to the hospital," the man said then passed from there.

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After Ozan's car completely disappears, Jeje rushes into the restaurant.

"Mr Harry is waiting for Miss at table no 18. Let me drop you off, miss," bargained a waitress friendly.

"No thanks, let me be alone." His heart felt beating faster, blood flow more than usual, both legs that had stepped towards table no 18 trembling without making up.

The deg!!!

His heart beat faster when he saw a man in a black shirt sitting not far from where he was standing.

The man looked even more handsome than the last time they met, his body more sturdy, dashing and contained, his smile charming and charming himself to the umpteenth time.

Unknowingly, Jeje smiled as she saw the man laughing, she even forgot when she last saw the man laughing. But, his smile disappeared when he realized it was not him who made the man laugh, but someone else. Yes ... The man seemed to talk and occasionally laughed at the person behind his flat object. But, it's okay at least now he knows that the man is fine.

Marvel is here.

Marvel is in sight.

He was getting closer to reaching his man again.

The test!

A clear thread dripped down his cheek as the man's eyes suddenly directed at him.