Father To Baron

CHAPTER 24

"Let me drive you back, miss. Think of it as an apology" Gibran said, blasting his cigarette smoke into the air. The man turned around, so that he looked fully at the brother and Arita who were already in the doorway.

Mona then fell silent, as soon as she heard the offer of her sister aimed at Arita. His eyes suddenly looked at the woman, from top to bottom. Then he commented on the smile that neither the woman nor Gibran was aware of.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir. But, I've forgiven your unwillingness. So, you don't have to drive me just to apologize. Everything's clear, isn't it?"

Hearing the woman's subtle rejection, Gibran made a little unexpected. For the first time, he received a rejection from a woman. Ah no, he got a rejection for the third time from that woman.

"What's wrong with you, Gib?" asked the older brother with a very understanding look Gibran. A thin smile, seemed to laugh at her who got rejection from Arita.

"You sure? At least let my sister drive you, "persuade Mona who started trying to help Gibran. Seeing the man's sour face, Mona tried to hold back her laughter. It seems, will make this as a bully material for the man later.

For the second time, Arita shook her head again. A thin smile with those shady eyes, looking gently at Mona.

"Thank you again, Mom. I do not intend to refuse sustenance, but I can really do it myself. Calm down, don't worry about me."

After hearing Arita's refusal for the umpteenth time, the man finally nodded his head briefly. He turned towards the glass barrier, as if refocusing with his own world. That made Mona smile awkwardly.

Ah, her sister looks very aggressive.

"Thank you very much, Miss Mona. Excuse me first," said the woman who was greeted by a nod of the head and a short hug from the superior. After that, Arita really stepped her feet steadily. Leaving behind a man, who was looking at his back from inside the room.

"It seems like it will be difficult to get close to him," the burly man muttered by re-smoking his cigarette.

When he felt his shoulder being patted by someone, Gibran immediately turned his head. Getting the older brother who was looking down at him, made the man rotate his eyes.

"Sit down, little brother. Looks like we need to talk," he said casually while sitting his body in a special chair to receive guests. Despite being reluctant with his brother's annoying attitude, Gibran still obeyed him.

The man's burly back, leaning comfortably with the head looking up.

His hands rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to the extent of the elbows, so that showed a tattoo that was clearly drawn on his right arm. The man also loosened his black tie which somehow felt so strangling his neck.

"Hey, look at you. It looks so messy, just because of one woman. Is this really the Gibran Daniswara I know?" sindir Mona looked down at her sister.

For some reason, the woman's words felt very striking. His eyes closed tightly, feeling the strange tremors he had just felt this time. Nor does he understand how he really feels. For some reason, his world was tossed about as soon as he met Arita.

"Do you have any taste for her?"