HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Baby Face Vs Masculine

It was getting darker, and Mr. Arga decided to end this boring conversation by heading straight to the dining room for dinner. My stomach is already rumbling.

When our dinner lasted only a few minutes, Mr. Joe suddenly came as a surprise.

"Let's have dinner together, Joe," asked Mr. Arga when he saw Mr. Joe's arrival.

"I've eaten, Boss."

"It's okay, eating twice won't make me like sumo, calm down." Mr. Arga laughed a little.

"Alright if you insist," said Mr. Joe as he approached. He then chose to sit on the seat opposite me, on the left side of Mr. Arga.

"How about your honeymoon vacation, miss," asked Mr. Joe to greet me.

"Fun," I answered briefly.

"Well, I must have lost not coming with you guys, yeah." Mr. Joe laughed.

As long as I came home from Singapore, Mr. Joe never talked to me or just said hello, he just took a quick look and pretended not to see me. It was the first time he had ever talked to me since then.

"Other times, we'll go on vacation together" interrupted Mr. Arga.

"Alright, but wait for me to find a partner first, hehehe." Mr. Joe laughed.

"Oh yes, thank you for planting a lot of rose plants in the side garden, sir. I love to see it" I said with a smile looking at him.

"really? do you like it, Miss?"

"Yes, I like it."

"When I initially bought all the plants, because the shopkeeper was bankrupt, when I passed in front of his shop, I saw there were some loan sharks charging while hitting him to battered, I helped him out at the time, then bought some roses in exchange for me paying off the shopkeeper's debts" explained Mr. Joe.

"really?" I was a little surprised to hear that, I think he bought it because he knew I liked roses. I seem to be overconfident.

"Yes, I can't see it" he continued.

I just nodded, then continued to devour the remaining food on my plate.

"Joe, if all the files for tomorrow's meeting are in order" asked Mr. Arga while wiping his mouth with a tissue, he had finished eating.

"Already, Boss. Looks like we have a problem with the owner of the stock we met this morning, he refused to put shares in our new company."

"What's wrong?"

"He seems to be being influenced by someone else to cancel all his agreements with us, it seems like we have an enemy in the blanket."

"You take care of him, we'll find out who's behind it."

"Big, Boss. After all for our new perfume business, almost all colleagues participated, so even if we lose one person, it won't be a big deal" continued Mr. Joe.

"I don't like people who play dirty, if you find a suspicious person, catch him quickly, or if necessary, just get rid of him." Mr. Arga spoke very seriously.

I gulped at the conversation of the two people before me, as cruel as that was the business world of the elite people out there, it seemed like many humans liked to play with fire in such things.

"I'm done eating, sir. I want to watch television in the living room for a while" I said to Mr. Arga.

"Yes, I have business with Joe. If you are sleepy, go to sleep first" said Mr. Arga.

I immediately stood up and left those who were still sitting casually in front of the dining table, it had been a long time to not watch television, because in this house, television was only in the living room.

A few minutes after I turned on the tv, I saw Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe walking towards the study, they passed me without saying hello. Because the workspace owned by Mr. Arga is located at the very end of the room, I never knew the shape of it, only ever told Salimah if it was a special work room Mr. Arga.

I'm bored, already some tv channels that go back and forth I change, but there is no one exciting show. I don't like watching soap operas today, boring young romance dramas. I'd rather watch cartoons and kids, at least it's more entertaining than a teen-aged spectacle.

When I was in High School, I loved watching Korean dramas, besides the handsome cast, the beauty of the female lead also made me envious. I was often amazed, why the women in the Korean film so slim body, very different from my body that contains this, although I am not in say fat, but I am not as slim as Sapphira, but I am not, let alone Korean women, I am far from it.

Ah, when I saw Mr. Joe's face, it was like seeing Lee Min Ho, Mr. Joe's good looks were like a Korean oppa-oppa, his white face was smooth without a single feather, her nose is also her sex lips, similar to the Korean drama movie players I have seen. Mr. Joe also has a baby face, I can't even guess his age.

In stark contrast to Mr. Arga, the masculine good looks of Mr. Arga are more prominent, he is more cool, cool, macho. He is not only handsome but also charming. The body is large and muscular, but I have never found any tattoo adorned on any part of the body, if in roughly the same way as brothers actor Chris Hemsworth or Liam Hemswort, but Mr. Arga is definitely cooler.

After being confused flipping through the tv shows from channel one to one hundred, I decided to go back to the room.

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I changed my clothes with maroon-red lingerie that was so cute, it seemed like I was starting to like wearing clothes like this, maybe it was because I was getting used to it.

A few hours lay on the bed, but my eyes still reluctantly closed, the more I tried to sleep, the more drowsiness moved away.

I tilted my body to the usual place where Mr. Arga fell asleep.

Is it possible that I can't sleep because Mr. Arga is not beside me?

Ah, no way, after all, before there was that man too I was used to sleeping alone.

I turned my body, tilted back to the glass window, occasionally the curtains were exposed to the wind, there were drizzling points out there, I felt cold air coming through the window slit, touching my skin that is only thin.

I daydreamed, I don't know what was going around in my head, I was confused to reveal it.

The night was getting late, I glanced at the wall clock perched up there, it was eleven, but Mr. Arga had not returned from his study.

Does it have to be this late he's working?

Can't if I continue tomorrow morning, I really can't sleep.

I muttered to myself, suddenly there was a hand so warm it touched the skin of my shoulder. Instantly I looked surprised.

"You haven't slept?" ask Mr. Arga.

"Not yet, when did you enter?" I was surprised, because I didn't hear anyone open the door at all, let alone hear his footsteps.

"Just now" he answered. Even Mr. Arga had changed his clothes, I was completely lulled in my daydreams to the point of not hearing anything.

"Are you waiting for me?" continued.

"Yes, uh no!"

"Which one is right?"

"No, Mister. I'm not waiting for you."

"I can smell lies" he said, smiling seductively.

"I'm not lying."

"Do not know, or I will do the right thing to you." He grins thinly.

"Make the right thing? what's that supposed?" I don't get it.

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