Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

THERE IS NO REJECTION

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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THREE MONTHS LATER.

MORNING COMES TO SAY HELLO.

Kriying….! Kriying…! Kringggg…!

Yara cursed with her eyes closed. The ringing of this alarm clock was like laughing at him. From under the covers, his hands searched for a clock that kept ringing on the nightstand. As soon as he got what he wanted, he immediately pressed the clock that disturbed his sleep.

Drowsiness still dominates it. Last night Yara accompanied Frey overtime. That damn guy won't even let him sit. You have no feelings! Yara still rolled herself up in the blanket. He squinted his eyes, staring at the alarm clock he had in his hand. But laziness still dominates it.

"Jeez I'm still fucking!" Yara again buried her face between the pillows.

But he can't laze. Homework was waiting for him. Yara has to prepare a special breakfast for Frey Miles, not to mention cleaning the house. The morning routine he had to do.

Yara recalled Frey's words as she asked to break through her daddy's mistake. Yara closed her eyes as she recalled the man so calmly saying so.

"SERVE ME ALL YOUR LIFE."

"Yeahaaa...." Yara exhaled with her mouth open. Those words stung in his mind, in an instant mastering the heartless claustrophobic thumbs.

How can he be treated like this. For two months of his duty. This is totally unfair. Frey's treatment starts to get weird on him. It was not rude treatment or harassment, but this treatment made Yara feel uncomfortable. Maybe not at first, but it's been two months but the treatment is still the same.

Frey asks Yara to accompany him to a meal, be it a meal at home or at a restaurant. If Yara refuses, Frey will get angry and threaten her. Sometimes he also gives a dazzling smile to her when Yara's work is satisfactory, to the point of making Madame Miles so angry with her.

Yara also once found a flower in the room that was out of nowhere. When asked, Brigitta's mother did not know anything and Yara finally did not get the answer. And what makes Yara uncomfortable is when Frey gets angry for no apparent reason. Yara remembers talking to James, her personal assistant. The conversation was just ordinary. Frey could be so angry. Yara could clearly see the change in Frey's face back then. His face was cold and scary.

Yara frowned thinking hard. Doesn't that feel unfair to him. There's a lot of helpers out there, no one's treated like that. But Frey Miles is completely different. Or lest Frey...huk....oh...no way! Yara put away the things she thought about in her little brain.

Yara didn't want to wait. He immediately stretched and stretched his muscles. His hand was pulled up. Passing through the head and slipping between pillows while tightened up. He squinted his eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand. At 5:30, time to get ready. Yara walked lethargic towards the bathroom. Take a toothpick and brush your teeth, then bite it slowly. He opened his eyes a little wider and looked at his reflection on the glass.

"Oh my God. These eyes are still so sleepy.." Yara quits her lazy act.

After cleaning his face and brushing his teeth. He went out and cleaned his room. Yara deftly tidied up while cleaning the sheets and covering the surface of the mattress. He then adjusted the pillow position. The desk where Yara used to spend her time writing. He cleaned it too. The doll that Brigitta's mother always accompanied her was neatly arranged and she placed it on the right side at the very end. Yara smiled as she showed her row of white teeth. He spread his gaze and nodded his head in a sign that he was satisfied with his work.

"It's neat, now we're cooking. But what's Mr Miles' menu today?" Yara tapped her forehead with a thoughtful gesture.

"Aw..." Yara's hand was pointing upwards. "Looks like I should prepare the croissant." Last time, Frey praised his cooking.

Yara went straight to the kitchen. Preparing the croissant as Frey's breakfast menu this morning. This horn-shaped bread filled with almonds, butter, chocolate, cream with a glass of warm black coffee is ready.

The morning calm. After breakfast, he cleaned the house. Tidying up the workspace that even last night he could not tidy.

Every morning always offers a new story for him, either to those who wake up at the beginning or to those who wake up late. He never complained about the morning. Yara was grateful to still be able to meet with the morning, He wanted to welcome her with a sincere heart. Yara is sure that today will be even better. He took in a deep breath, the morning air was so soothing to his mind.

"Minorum Yara's morning spirit!" Greet Brigitta's mother out of the prayer room. Routine every morning. Brigitta's mother always kept her novenia prayer.

"Good morning to Brigitta's mother!" Yara smiled back to say hello. Brigitta's mother walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the rest of the house except for Mr. Frey Miles. Frey breakfast is Yara's responsibility.

"God...I forgot to clean Mr. Miles' room." Yara stared at the door of Frey's room that was still closed. He exhales with bulging cheeks.

Tok.dok.

Yara knocked on the door slowly three times. Then open the door slowly.

THE CZECH!

Yara walked slowly. As much as possible minimize the sound of his footsteps. Frey is seen lying down and sleeping soundly on the bed.

He thinks this room is so luxurious. The floor is covered with gray carpet. It looks so elegant with the soft luminescence of yellow light from the installed lights attached to the wall. Interior design concepts that use only one color or monochrome, texture games are very influential to make every detail look interesting. Not to forget some shelves that look elegant. There are several paintings that decorate the walls of the room. Then the use of the glass, as well as the texture of the wood display the results of a more expressive design. Looks fresh at the same time does not look stiff. But the one occupying this room looks stiff. Yara drew closer and looked at the face of Frey who was still asleep. Her hair was raised up on the pillow. His breathing was stable, soft without snoring. He was completely asleep like a baby. It clearly indicated that this man was asleep comfortably.

Fiuhhhh.Yara's cheeks suddenly blushed. Warm breath gushed from his mouth.

Yara immediately returned her thoughts. He stepped into the dressing room. Where would Yara choose the clothes that Frey would use today. The room was full of simestris cabinets with transparent glass in some parts. Each cabinet extends the size of a room wall with a position of U leter if viewed from the entrance. Each side of the bulkhead and its own light beam. Various expensive and branded clothes lined up neatly there. Yara starts with a row of shirts that hang a few inches above the head, but can still be reached with Yara's tall body.

Rows of shirts with various types of materials in stacking with groups according to color. Yara first prepared Frey's clothes, the man was furious that all the clothes she had chosen were not as expected. But now Yara is shrewd in color selection. Yara smiled as she chose one of the soft blue-colored shirts. He grabbed the shirt while looking at it. Take him down and turn around.

"Gee!" Yara was shocked when she turned her body. Frey was already standing at the end of the door staring at him fixedly.

Yara quickly lowered her head. "Sorry, I'm preparing your clothes" he said, hugging the shirt in his hand.

Frey's eyes fell on the shirt Yara was hugging. The corner of his lips immediately curved upwards.

"okay...Continue on!" Frey smiled meaningfully. He turned around and immediately prepared to clean his body. However, before that happened Frey turned around and looked at Yara with a million charms in the morning.

"Don't leave before I'm done." Frey's word was slow but emphatic. Then he stepped out of Yara who looked confused like a fool. Of course seeing that expression made Frey smile to enjoy it. Frey's been crazy, not since when he's been crazy.

Yara who heard him raised a puzzled eyebrow and said "What? what did he say?"

Yara paused for a moment and blinked her eyes quickly. A split second Yara's face stiffened. He understood Frey's words.

"What don't-don't....?"

It..deg.... deg....!

Yara's heart was triggered off tightly. He remembered Frey's last words.

"THERE IS NO DENIAL."

All the sense of instantaneously raged within him. His nervousness made his heart hit unstable.

"What does he really want?"

Yara exhaled her long breath. But it did not calm the anxiety that arose in his heart. Frey's words made his brain completely empty. Yara looked back at the closed door.

SERIATE.....

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