Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

44: Gerald's attitude change

"Gerald! You're the fuck off Frans' hands!" Isvara tried to pull Gerald's burly body.

the atmosphere of the party that was originally peaceful and calm suddenly collapsed because of them. While Frans was staring strangely at Gerald, it was like he had seen this man, but where?

Mahesa and Giselle who heard the commotion immediately approached the three.

"Hey, who are you, why are strangers here? Where is security security huh!" Frans Braggs. He felt demeaned by this man.

"A-Aah!" Suddenly Frans groaned in pain.Gerald twisted his hand until the man's body turned back.

"Breng*sek, who are you huh? Crazy guy!" Giselle pulls Gerald in to save her lover.

Isvara suddenly dizzy, Gerald unable to stop, until Mahesa approached them and pulled Gerald on the shoulder.

"Sister, already brother, let him go."

It took up to five big-bodied men to pull Gerald out of Frans. The man was like a crumple in Gerald's hand, his breathing was irregular and felt a tremendous pain in his hand.

"Basic crazy, get out of here, maniac!" Giselle cursed with a breath of breath.

"Hey lady, don't you know who you're talking to?" A man replied.

"He's the CEO where your fiance works, you don't know?" Said the man who was a friend of Frans.

Frans turned his eyes open, worthy of his familiar face. It turned out that he was the highest institutional holder in his company.

"Oh so you work in my office? All right, I'll make sure tomorrow you won't be able to set foot in my company."

Frans's face paled as did Giselle. He's just been promoted and promoted, there's no way he's stopped.

"I'm sorry sir, sorry I don't know if it's you." Frans pleaded.

Likewise with Giselle, she does not want her wedding plans destroyed because the lover was fired. They pleaded while sobbing.

While the furious Isvara advanced among the crowd. "You don't have to apologize" he told Frans and Giselle.

Then the girl turned around, looking directly at Gerald.

Plaque! Isvara slapped that guy's cheek. Everyone held their breath with wide eyes.

"You should be the one apologizing!" Stare intently at Gerald.

Gerald doesn't believe this. "You slapped me? You slapped me in front of a lot of people just because of that guy?"

"Yes! You have no right to judge someone who doesn't even know what his fault is, you're not a ruler!"

"But Isvara-"

"That's enough!" Isvara cut her words. "You said you wanted to change, right? But the truth is not."

"A selfish, cruel and arrogant man like you can never change!"

All were silent, like statues of them appearing motionless. As for Gerald, don't ask how his heart is? Like Dejavu he seemed to understand what Isvara felt when he humiliated him in public.

Gerald shook his head weakly, but his eagle's gaze was enough to kill Frans who was now smiling cunningly at him.

Gerald finally left without saying anything more. The man carried a deep disappointment, he shouldn't be here. Regrets always come at the end.

While Isvara let out a weak sigh, his shoulders slowly crept in, feeling the tightness that was squeezing his chest. There was a bad taste that was approaching him now.

Mahesa. "You okay?"

As usual, Mahesa was always attentive and asked her how she was.

"It's okay." Isvara tried to smile.

***

"How can Mahesa bring a man's wife to be made as a pretend girlfriend, and worse it's her brother's wife."Giselle in her heart still cursed.

On the way to the parking lot, Mahesa is foreign to Isvara who is always daydreaming.The girl does not even notice her way, like many heavy loads that she is now thinking about.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Mahesa nudged his arm.

Isvara regained her senses, then just smiled. But after that he daydreamed again.

"If you have something to say, just say it" Mahesa said, very sensitive to her feelings.

Isvara turned his head, looking up at Mahesa. "What was I doing to Gerald so far?"

Mahesa smiles. "You've been thinking about that since?"

Isvara nodded. "There's a little corner of my heart that feels guilty for doing that to her."

"It's okay, what you did was very precise. Gerald must sometimes be treated like that" said Mahesa.

"But I feel bad, it looks like I have to go."

"Wait where are you going?" Mahesa held her hand, they had reached the front door of the car.

"I have to catch up with Gerald" Isvara said, smiling and releasing Mahesa's hand.

Mahesa was about to reach him, but he paused. The man shook his head, then chuckled softly.

This time he lost to Gerald.

***

Isvara searches for Gerald's whereabouts around the parking lot, but the man's car is nowhere to be seen. Has that guy left?

No matter what happened to him, but his heart kept encouraging him to look for the man.

Until he almost gave up, but Isvara found his figure sitting on a park bench. Isvara had memorized the shape of the man's body, because maybe they met because of whatever, Isvara did not know, but he was sure the man who was sitting supporting the elbow was Gerald.

Slowly Isvara approached, he patted the man on the shoulder, until the owner looked up.

"Why are you here?" the man spoke in a hoarse voice, his hair disheveled with reddened eyes.

"You yourself why haven't you come home yet?"

Lenggang, there is no word from Gerald. the man just silent, instead of answering Gerald even pulled Isvara waist until now they are close.

"Gerald what are you doing?" Isvara flinched, her eyes bought.

Gerald ignored him, pulling Isvara's waist with his burly hands, and the man tightened his hands, hugged Isvara's waist and drowned his face in the girl's belly.

Isvara was getting shocked, the man was like a child at the moment. "G-gerald what are you doing? it's a public place."

"I don't care, after all this place is quiet," said Gerald almost inaudibly.the man was like a cat who was rubbing Isvara's slender belly.

Isvara was astonished, what was with this man, why was his attitude suddenly spoiled?

"Gerald let go, there's someone passing by." Isvara is still trying to give understanding, but instead of being separated, Gerald's hand grip on his waist even tighter.

"Gald ... " Isvara called out her name more gently, trying to let go of the man's hand, would be critical if anyone suddenly passed by.

Gerald this time looked up, showing his lesion, Isvara was surprised, the man's eyes were like glassy, his white skin was red as if he was going to cry.

"Are you going to divorce me?" the gentleman made Isvara even more confused.

"I don't want to be separated from you, I don't want to be a widower."