HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Claire

"Acuse me if you're jealous, then I'll say it" said Mr. Arga as he stood up to take off his shirt.

"What to admit? I am not jealous!" I raised my voice.

"Why are you angry now?"

"Who's angry?"

"You're jealous, no, now it's clear that you're angry, still evasive, what do you really want?" Mr. Arga looked at me with a murderous look.

"Here you go, if you have another woman who is far prettier and better than me, you'd better divorce me, leave me, don't make me exist but don't consider her existence." My tears flowed with the words I said.

Instantly the look on Mr. Arga's face changed, he approached me and sat down to look at my eyes that had been soaked in tears.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you" he said, rubbing my cheek gently.

"I was too cool to talk to Claire, she was my best friend, we didn't see each other for a long time" he continued.

"Friend?" I asked to link my eyebrows together, how can I trust this man in front of me, if indeed they are only friends, why does that woman without shame wrestle spoiled around her neck.

"You guys are so friendly." I lowered my head.

"That's just your excessive feelings, she is indeed very spoiled for me, in this world, only she is a woman who can understand my situation," he said sounding meek.

Hah, you keep praising him, sir.

"Was only that woman able to understand the circumstances of master?"

"You can too, a little."

"Hm." I looked away, dropped my body back on the bed.

"Here you go, don't get angry, he's my best friend, tomorrow morning I'll take you somewhere" he said, standing in the shower.

"Host." I replied annoyedly, then covered my body with a thick blanket.

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This morning I dressed up pretty, I did not want to be ignored by Mr. Arga when there was a woman who attracted his attention more than me. Really, it didn't feel good, even though up until this moment, I didn't have any feelings for her, but being an unthinkable wife was chest tight.

I don't know where Mr. Arga will take me this morning, he just said that he will visit an art exhibition and fashion show in the middle of the city.

Actually, I'm really happy that he actually invited me to a fashion show in this country, instead I can get new concepts and ideas for my new dress or fashion design to put on display at the boutique.

But the feeling of resentment is still left in the heart, I don't feel sincere about the treatment he had for me last night.

"You ready?" he asked when he saw me having trouble putting buttons on my back.

"In a moment," I replied.

"You still mad at me?"

"No."

"All right, I'll wait. You need help?"

"No."

"Yes already." He left me and sat on the long sofa by the window.

It's been almost 15 minutes I've been trying to grab a button on my back, but my hand isn't long enough to reach it.

I glanced at Mr. Arga who was sitting leaning back playing his phone, but at that moment he returned my glance.

"You need help?" He asked back.

"Yes" I said, giving up, because it was impossible for me to put these buttons on without his help.

"Why didn't you say that from now on, I've been waiting for you to ask me for help" he said, kissing every inch of his back to my shoulders.

Because I don't want you to do this.

"It's over, let's go." He then took my hand.

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In front of the hotel, a blond driver was waiting for us in front of a white luxury car, and he opened the door and let us in.

The streets in this city look crowded, although many vehicles pass by, but the driver is obedient to traffic signs, so there is no traffic jam.

We stopped at a large building with many floors, this building looks very luxurious, many visitors who come in crowds with couples, relatives, some who immediately bring their children.

But it is very visible that all visitors to this building are not ordinary people, visible from their stunning appearance. From this I know that Mr. Arga's association has indeed crossed my standard.

On the ground floor, we are suguhi with exhibitions of painting from various countries.

"What is this painting? it costs a lot," I said as I looked at the painting which only contained irregular black ink graffiti, it seemed like the painter was just doodling with no intention.

"Your income in the boutique for a year will not be enough to buy the painting," he replied.

"After all who would buy such a painting, such as a scribble."

"The person who does not understand art will never know its specialness" he replied, then pulled my hand away.

"I can also if I just doodle like that" I said again, but Mr. Arga did not answer anything, he focused on pulling my hand up an elevator.

The number 10 on the elevator button is already on, meaning we have reached the 10th floor of this building.

From a distance there were already the cheers of many people and applause, we entered a magnificent room that was already crowded with visitors. But a man in all black clothes gave us a way to get to the spectacle of these people.

It turns out that this is the biggest fashion show in the country, the famous designers have stood on the stage spread the most charming charm and smile. We sat in empty seats facing right in front of the stage.

My eyes were fixed on a beautiful woman in a bright red dress with minimalist makeup standing on the stage waving at us.

Wasn't she the woman who was with Mr. Arga last night, so Mr. Arga invited me here to meet that woman. Huh, sucks!

"She's the woman you mean?" Mr. Arga asked as he nudged my shoulder.

"Yes," I replied flatly.

"He's a famous fashion designer in this country, you should get acquainted with him," said Mr. Arga smiling proudly, while I only let out a long sigh, reluctant to respond to the words of Mr. Arga.

A little while later, the woman that Mr. Arga was referring to came down and approached us, Sure enough, this woman is much prettier if you look closely, her face is smooth white and glowing, flies will slip if accidentally perched on the skin.

He immediately approached lord Arga and hugged the man before me, while master Arga willingly returned his embrace without caring for my feelings. Realizing that I was sitting stiffly with a furious look at them, the woman immediately let go of her embrace.

"Hallo, are you Sabrina?" ask the woman while extending a hand.

"Emm, Yes," I replied clumsily as I accepted her hand job.

"I'm Claire, nice to meet you, Sabrina" he said with a sincere smile.

"Yes" I replied, smiling back.

"Watch the fashion show first, after this I will invite you to chat," he said, waving his hands away from us.

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