Forced to Marry the Master Employer: Injured CEO

Episode 3

Mr. Ken is approaching me. He watched me from head to toe. The look from his eyes was cold and piercing. I just kept quiet while looking down.

"You're not the stiff girl I thought you were.." I heard a speech that surprised me. "Why are you bowed? Comeon, down. We have breakfast together! I'm helping you pack your gear!" there was a little warmth on Mr. Ken's face.

Whats? Is this a dream? He's not angry at what I'm doing? Even now he's taking me to breakfast and wants to help me clean up my tools. Mr. Ken turned off the laptop and the speakers. I fixed my camera. I got off with him by taking the elevator. Mr. Ken took the lead in front, finally arriving in front of my room. I opened my room door.

"Ck! You are unfaithful!"said it. Jesus, is he mad that I put up a lot of photos of K-Pop idol boy bands?

"Ehm...Mister.to.long don't be angry...."

"What is angry for? I'm just surprised a girl like you has more than one idol. You're not loyal to your idol. Turns out you look like me. You're obsessed with something...." Mr. Ken looked at every corner of my room. "Only, I'm more obsessed with 2-dimensional animated characters." Mr. Ken saw me.

I was sitting at the dresser to take off my contact lenses. After that, I clean my make up. "What are you doing? Don't clean your makeup or change your clothes!" mr. Ken's orders. He likes me to look like this? Um.this is surprising. "Here you go, let's have breakfast!" Mr. Ken is taking me to the kitchen, I think.

The kitchen is also shades of white, the cooking utensils are silver but all the furniture including chairs and dining tables are white. Mr. Ken has already put himself on the dining table. There were waiters and cooks there.

"Are you waiting? Come here!" mr. Ken's orders.

"Ehm...Sir, I'm waiting ehm. Daya does not want to disturb the place Miss My Love," I said softly.

"My Love just needs to sit on my lap. He doesn't need a place at the dinner table. Come here!" Mr. Ken told me to sit next to him.

I also said, it seems that various dishes have been served. The dish is mostly a type of Japanese cuisine I guess. I took the chopsticks and held the rice bowl. Mr. Ken seems to be eating.

"You must feel this!" he pointed at the piece of sushi. I took the piece of sushi with chopsticks like I used to eat at Japanese restaurants. I put the sushi in my mouth.

"Ehm..it feels good!" my praise.

"It seems you're not a stiff and tacky girl huh," Mr. Ken looked at me. "You can eat using chopsticks pretty well. I can dress up cosplay. Sing Japanese, Western and Korean songs with pronunciation and movements that are good even though the pronunciation still needs improvement. But your dance is pretty good. Why didn't you ever show me that?" ask Mr. Ken.

"Ehm...Signore. Not that I intended to hide it but Master knows for himself. I don't want to bother Mr and Miss My Love" I replied honestly. He didn't forget how his feet were on the first night.

"You're still thinking about what I said on that first night, aren't you?" ask Mr. Ken again. I just kept quiet while looking down. "I said that because I thought you were a stiff and tacky girl. I don't think you can be open-minded and think of me as weird as my family. Ehm..but it turns out that you are also ehm..almost as much as I am obsessed with something that other people think may be ehm..."

"I don't think Mr. strange. Isn't it normal for someone to have a favorite? You love anime characters and holding them as queens in your heart is normal in my opinion. It's like I'm the one who thinks of my idols like a king or a prince in my heart" I smiled at Mr. Ken. Mr. Ken looks stunned. "What's up, sir?" my many. Is there something wrong with my words?

"Ehm.nothing. We're continuing our breakfast!" Mr. Ken is back to eating. "You must feel this and this too!" he's flicking the side dish for me. I'm also nagging.

"It's delicious cuisine, sir," I sincerely praise.

"Ehm.you.." call Mr. Ken.

"Yes, Sir?" I looked towards him.

"Ehm...how should I call you?" Mr. Ken is down.

"Master can call me Vio," I said kindly.

"Ehm.but Sir.." I hesitate to say it. "Master is my employer ehm...."

"Don't stiffen! You married me! I want our relationship not to be stiff yes at least you can be so um.my friend in this house." said Mr. Ken timidly. This is beyond my expectations. I didn't expect it because Mr. Ken's take on the video was starting to open up to me.

"Ehm...Tu.an...ehm...Ken," I called his name directly for the first time.

"Ehm..you like to watch ehm...anime?" ask Mr. Ken.

"Anime? I love watching the robot genre. If his name is not wrong Gun.." I try to remember his name.

"Name Gund*m. Yes, it's one of the good anime. I happen to have some collection in my room. You want to see it?" bring Mr. Ken.

"Of course!" sahutku enthusiastic. I followed Mr. Ken back to his room. "WOW!It's amazing!" in the room there are many miniature Gund*m arranged in glass shelves.

There are also action figures and merchandise from various anime characters. And the most dominating action figures and merchandise are of course the characters that Mr. Ken calls My Love. There's a box of unassembled Gund*m miniatures on the desk.

"Sir..ehm..I mean Ken, you're amazing to be able to assemble this!" praise me while pointing towards the box. "What's wrong?" Mr. Ken looks stunned.

"You're the first person to praise my favorite. My family just thinks it's weird" Mr. Ken looks sad. I need to get the conversation right away. My eyes caught a shelf of clothes wrapped in plastic. I'm heading towards that ganting shelf.

"Ken, you like cosplay too, huh?" I looked at that costume. "Oh, this must be a dress for Miss My Love huh?" the costumes are mostly women's clothes. Ken is a man and his body is quite large, it is impossible to dress up or wear this costume.

"Some one finally understands!" said Ken. He's coming towards me. "Yes, I bought it only as a collection because of my love for My Love. It's not that I'm starting to behave in a deviant manner" Mr. Ken looked at me. "Vio!" call Mr. Ken.

"Yes, what's wrong?" my many.

"Squat down for a second!" his orders. I also squatted in front of him. "Sweet!" said Mr. Ken while touching my right cheek. "Ah, sorry...." Mr. Ken suddenly pulled his hand. "I should have asked you permission to touch you!" he turned behind me. Oh, my God, he really respects me.

"It's okay, Ken," I crouched down in front of him again. "It's your right to touch me!" both of Mr. Ken's hands I put on both of my cheeks. His hands felt warm and soft.

"Dress like this every day!" said it. His eyes were looking at me warmly.

"But, sir.." I remembered something.

"Why did you refuse? You refuse to obey my orders?" he seems to be starting to get angry.

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