Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

40. Reverse direction

Buggh! The raw bogeman landed perfectly on Brandon's firm jaw.

Gerald incised his veins, his blood heating up to hear what was coming out of the man's mouth.

"Better you go, before I put you in a coma!"

Brandon stood up, he was no less emotional than Gerald. "Lo what the hell why you even non-jok me?!"

"Lo is still?!" Gerald clutched the collar of the man's shirt.

"At ease you nawarin my wife as a bet? I can make you die here, if you don't walk away."

"Oh, you're starting to feel the same about that village?" Brandon chuckled, as if defiant.

Gerald's anger intensified, the man pushed Brandon, and beat him all out, all the employees and staff who heard the commotion gathered and swarmed over them, but no one could break up when they found out their master was there.

Brandon didn't fight back at all, because this is what he wanted, making the image of a self-made space Gerald as CEO here even worse. He's gonna make Gerald embarrass himself.

But Samuel came, saw the fight of the two men Samuel immediately penetrated the crowd and wounded them.

"Gerald, stop. You want to make him die?!" Samuel hissed and pulled Gerald's body from behind.

Because of their equally large body, Samuel managed to pull Gerald from Brandon. The man's breath was stingy still staring at Brandon with his anger.

"For all of you, go and return to your respective places! This is not a comedy show you can watch!"

Hearing the direct order from Gerald's accomplices, everyone immediately covered the leave, although there were still many whispers heard from them.

"Make lo Brandon, let's get out of here."

Brandon looked at Samuel. "What right did you tell me? Lo it's just the lackey of this crazy young master," he hissed.

"Brandon!" This time Samuel tried to temper his emotions.

"Cepet get out of here, before I take Gerald off and you're gonna finish."

Brandon was silent, he was already very badly injured, he finally succumbed to the screeching dam before finally leaving.

***

"Lo can not stabilize your emotions for a moment, if this is me who cape every time you fight I have to go!" Samuel was nagging the man beside him.

Gerald glanced at the fool, the man pulled his tie and leaned his back on his great chair.

"You're tired of bothering that, let me finish that son of a bitch!"

Samuel took a breath. "Once the story goes the image of this company will get worse, who wants to work with the CEO who has a bad reputation and fierce rich lo."

"Arya has nitipin to me. You rich little boy know no, I swear."

"Ck, bring you rich virgin pms." Gerald pulled his body and propped his chin up.

"In his words" Samuel shook his head.

"Sam, I'm beginning to realize."

"Conscious? No way rich, now you are still rich possessed by genies."

"Ck, I'm really."

Samuel laughing. "OK, we're serious, now what you realize from your feelings."

"Gue can't tell him from my mind, every second, every minute, every hour, every day there's always him, I don't want him in the possession of another man, he said, but I want her to smile, and being with me can't make her happy."

"How should you go?" Prustrating said.

"Change" Samuel said.

"You want him to stay on your side, change from lo until you really pantes for him."

Gerald looked stunned. Think of Samuel's words.

***

In the house the atmosphere looked cold tonight, there was only Gerald and Isvara. Arini and her daughter Brinda went on vacation and had a good-bye with Gerald this afternoon, while Brandon had not been here since yesterday, the man had already returned to his apartment.

At Gerald's dinner table eating alone, Isvara may have returned to his room after he had prepared a side dish for him.

Although his hand continued to feed food into the mouth, but Gerald's mind was not necessarily direction, he was confused to express his true feelings to Isvara from where.

Gerald was sorry, that's of course. Whatever he did could not heal Isvara's heart, which had been deeply wounded by her, his cruel deeds and words to Isvara were the most regrettable thing in his entire life.

Gerald did not realize where he was daydreaming until he heard a sound like a falling object so loud that he realized it.

Gerald circulated a glance, then Isvara's voice came from the kitchen direction, the man hurriedly ran after.

Until there Gerald strangled, at the sight of Isvara who fell and groaned in pain, his body was flooded with water that turned out to be sourced from a leaking water faucet.

Gerald hurriedly approached, checking on Isvara. "What's going on?" ask her while trying to suppress the flow of water that actually makes it wet.

"I-I was washing my hands but the faucet suddenly came off and the water just came out" Isvara said grimacingly ill.

Gerald immediately opened the pipe and closed the connection, the water source was stopped, but not with their bodies all wet.

"My feet, my feet cannot be moved" Isvara hissed feeling his legs were so sore from being sprained.

Gerald immediately opened his suit that was still attached and placed it to cover Isvara's body, then with one movement the man carried Isvara's body in his arms and carried it bridal style.

Isvara was certainly very surprised, involuntarily hugging the man's neck to defend himself.

"Why are you holding me," he said stammered, he was cold.

"Your feet hurt, right? I will help you" he said, looking at Isvara, but even a thousand times he looked at her, Isvara was still very beautiful.

Regretting he once said Isvara is a girl ugly and ugly.in fact he ate his own talk.

Gerald then took Isvara to the living room sofa and slowly pulled his legs to align with his body. Isvara closed her eyes feeling the pain and it made Gerald suffer.

"Is it really painful?"

Isvara nodded, then slowly she opened her eyes looking at Gerald's wistful gaze at her. The look that Isvara had never seen before from the man.

"Is it more painful than the suffering I've been giving?" shush that man.

"Of course not" Isvara's tone sounded sharp. "This pain is nothing compared to the pain you give."

Gerald nodded sadly. "I know, it's nothing."

The man looked up, his hazel irises staring at Isvara's dark netra.

"But can I turn around this time? give me one chance to mend our relationship."