Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

GOBBLEMATIC?

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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"Building flower?" Yara frowned with perfect glaring eyes.

"Yes miss! this flower bath is one of the traditions of the Miles family." The middle-aged woman looked at Yara unblinking. Then he called out to the two servants who were standing not far from them.

Yara nodded in disbelief. "In modern times? even all the items used are already digital? but does anyone still believe in the flower bath ritual? What are they thinking? Are they crazy? or is his way of thinking still old-fashioned?" Yara cursed inwardly while squeezing her hand tightly. Yara shuddered. Is not this flower bathing ritual believed to strengthen the mystical aura? Aaaahh.... This can't be allowed. He breathed out with annoyance

"Is everything ready?" Brigitta asked, her hand welcoming the white towel that one of the servants had given her.

"Everything's ready, Gitta's mom."

Brigitta smiled nodding. "All right, now you can go back. Prepare for dinner tonight."

"Good ma'am." They answered in unison, then they left Brigitta and Yara.

Brigitta turned her body and smiled looking at the silent Yara glued there.

"Miss, come with me now." Brigitta opened the door and stepped in first which was followed by Yara.

The room is very spacious. Yara spread her gaze. Black and gold dominate the room. The interior is very modern and luxurious.

"Miss, you can change your clothes and use this." Brigitta gives bathrobe to Yara.

Yara took her breath with her mouth open. This can't be allowed. Yara quickly refused when she saw the bathtub covered with white and gold ceramics was filled with flowers in it.

"I don't believe in any of this." Yara said with a loud voice.

Brigitta was surprised and looked at Yara in surprise. "Huh? Is something wrong, miss?"

"Surely this is wrong! None of this is true. How can you ask me to take a shower? If you want to meet Mr. Miles. Just meet, there's no need to do something silly like this. Gosh.. You guys are driving me crazy."

"But you have to do this miss, you can't refuse. I wait five minutes, I'll be back." After saying that, Brigitta immediately left the room.

" Gosh, is he really leaving?" Yara looked at the closed door. He rolled his eyes as if he could not believe it.

"Isn't this all weird?"

"Isn't all this unnatural?"

"There is no marriage like this, not despite her status as a fake husband."

"Mandi kembang? what's for?"

Various stupid speculations were already imprinted in Yara's small brain. He scrunched his forehead and thought hard.

"Don't this feel unfair to him?"

"When will this all end?"

Yara took her breath heavy again. For now, he could not refuse. How did Yara have to meet the old man. Not wanting to wait, Yara finally changed clothes according to Brigitta's mother's orders.

Five minutes had passed, Brigitta went back in to meet Yara.

"It's ready, miss....?"

"As you can see." Yara pointed at the bathrobe she was wearing.

"alright. Now you can lay your body on this bed."

"For what?" Pursue Yara with sharp squinting eyes. His brain was filled with dirty thoughts.

Brigitta smiled. "I'll stretch out your body."

"Don't mind Brigitta's mother, I can report you to Mr. Miles." Threat Yara.

"I'm just carrying out the task as Mr. Miles ordered."

"Could you not say that name?"

"Please miss!" Said Brigitta regardless of the words of Yara.

Yara looks upset. He immediately laid his body on the small bed.

Brigitta started rubbing it on Yara's back and rubbing it gently.

"Before you meet Mr. Miles you must stretch to relax your body. So you don't get tense."

"Stretched?"

"What???? can't sleep? I was just planning on putting him to sleep and not being able to wake up again."

"So tonight you must be beautiful, miss."

Yara rolled her eyeballs, she chose to switch the conversation. "Mother Brigitta how long has she been working here?" Yara asked with her eyes closed. He enjoys massage Brigitta's mother.

"20 years."

"Huh? 20 years? Are you bored of living here? Don't you intend to run away from this house?"

"Snow? why to escape. I was treated well by my master. They already consider me part of their family."

"Ck! Part of the family? did I not hear wrong? don't praise them, ma'am. They are evil!" yara in the heart.

No talks after that. Yara fell asleep. After doing the stretching. Brigitta asked Yara to wear a mask on her face with fresh cucumbers to relax her eyes. It didn't take long for Yara to finish the treatment, she already looked fresh.

And at the end, Yara saw Brigitta's mother again sprinkling flowers into the bathtub. Yara sat down before cleaning her body.

The water slowly touched the surface of Yara's skin. From head to toe. Yara's heart churned. This time, she had a shower like this. Yes just resigned, maybe it's the best choice for now. After finishing the shower. Yara cleansed her body. Wash his body with warm water. The shower fluttered Yara's head until it flowed down to her feet. It deliberately increases the volume of water that comes out. It is necessary to open the mouth so that it can draw oxygen to breathe. Yara rubbed the soap onto her face and her entire body while closing her eyes. Don't wanna linger. He also cleansed his body with warm water. It turned out to be true, his body was much fresher. Yara is now ready to meet Mr. Miles.

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Frey came down the stairs expressionlessly.

"Your dinner is ready, sir!" Say a servant politely.

No word, Frey kept walking past the waiter into the kitchen. There Frey saw Victoria sitting at the head of the table. Show him as the head of the family there. Jennifer also joined the dinner table. Jennifer is a Victoria guest who has been living in this house for two days. Mr. Bram was standing just behind Victoria by a distance of one meter.

"You've come baby, let's join" Victoria smiled.

Jennifer wakes up and greets Frey. The man she had long been looking for.

"Hi, Frey...." His hands waved spoiled.

There was no response from Frey at all. The waiter immediately shifted the chair and let his master sit down.

"Mommy asked them to prepare your favorite meal, Frey." Victoria spoke while leaning her body. "You can present it!" Victoria's orders smiled looking towards Frey.

The chefs quickly arranged the food in order. Classy food from the top of course.

"Is this a special celebration? The food is too much" said protestant Frey staring at all the food being served on the table.

Victoria just smiled thinly. "There's no special celebration of Frey, it's just a simple dinner."

"It's not simple, it's too much."

"Oh baby, don't start again." Victoria said with a cluck. "I want to eat in tranquility." he lamented in dislike.

Hearing that Frey smiled faintly. I don't know what Victoria's thinking right now. Suddenly he was sweet in front of her. Eating together in warmth? But in his heart he wanted to cry. He can always play a good role. But honestly Frey was tormented. Frey took a silent breath. I felt a pain in his heart that was so painful.

The waiter bowed slightly in respect. The food is ready, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy it." said the waiter politely, then took a few steps back. They didn't leave the table. The waiter stands there. Stand behind them and be ready to wait for instructions if requested.

They enjoy food in order. Frey himself just quietly enjoyed every menu there. Only Victoria talks to Jennifer. As usual they told me about the women's problem and end-to-end praised Frey who had not changed at all. He was always handsome and charming.

"How's your job Frey?" Jennifer's gaze was full of meaning.

Frey raised her face looking towards Jennifer at a glance. He immediately stopped his eating. "Everything went well." Flat talk. He took the glass containing the wine and sipped it slowly.

"I heard from aunty you're married? where's wife? why doesn't he join us?" Jennifer asked with her face.

Frey did not answer. He just cut the meat and ate it.

"Is your wife not up to your expectations? so you're embarrassed to show it. So you locked him in the room. Cih... pathetic!"

Hearing that Victoria laughed. His laughter was so echoing there.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed in the room. Their views are distorted. Jennifer stared at Victoria.

"Who is aunty?"

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Jeng...jeng....who is he?

SERIATE.....

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