Falling in Love With Your Ex Wife
Mistress Mafia Wife#06
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"Divided you say?!"
His shocked Zevanya jumped as Mr. Max's voice boomed in his study.
Whether she had the courage from where to ask from her husband, who Zevanya realized she had the right to choose when reminded about the age just now.
"I-I, there's no point to, sir. I'm just a burden you have to feed every day, and there's nothing I've done to avenge that, sir," said Zevanya, who kept his head down.
"You want to be useful?" asked Mr. Max with both eyebrows furrowed.
"I-iya, Sir. At least for myself" replied Zevanya, who had closed her eyes this time, she imagined tonight would sleep in the basement and eat once, but if lucky Irwan will give more.
"What do you do?" led the middle-aged man while slightly sneering. Of course, Mr. Max knows how the growth of Zevanya so far despite seeming indifferent and fierce, because in his house there is a butler who will report everything that happens in his house as long as the Great Lord is not there.
"It's because I can't do anything, I want to learn a lot of things" Zevanya replied, as she remembered this was the longest conversation she had with her husband, because usually he will only get the meaning and sound of broken goods only.
"What do you want, huh?" although not always rude in speech, at least Mr. Max never played any more hands to treat Zevanya like a maid or slave. He remains in service only it is never considered.
"I want to cook, sir."
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Not the ruler of his name if he dizzy to think about what Zevanya wants, of course everything he wants the girl he bestows on Irwan the right hand that can and certainly can be trusted.
"Sure, what do you want to cook?" asked Irwan who felt funny with the woman in front of him.
"Hem, anything, at least I don't know how to eat, '" he replied, ashamed of himself, playing the useless hand.
Obviously, since Zevanya had only been watering flowers and also picking them to keep in pots, the garden belonged to Lady Talitha who she now continues to take care of everything, fortunately, all of that was easy so Zevanya had activities she could do except to upset her husband.
"You can go with the cook in the kitchen, and I'll command him."
Just a few seconds Irwan said, Zevanya immediately shook her head and it managed to make the man frown incomprehensibly with his wishes the young lady.
"Then what?" ask Irwan.
"I don't want to cook here, I want a cooking course" Zevanya whispered, but no one could hear their conversation.
"Check course? you mean, out?"
The zevanya immediately nodded his head, he grew more curious and enthusiastic as Irwan grabbed his phone from his pocket, I don't know who was in contact with the man who clearly Zevanya was ready to open his ears wide to hear anything that was thrown from the mouth of the right hand of her husband.
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Hello, good afternoon. Is it true that I am talking to Mrs Starla Rahardian Wijaya?
