Hello, Young Master!
Episode 50's
Happy Reading ….
Twenty minutes passed and they had already finished their lunch. Alina bailed to return to the mansion but Arron forbade her on the grounds that no driver could drive Alina, and Alina was also still unfamiliar with the surrounding area. Arron doesn't want to take any chances.
Then what am I supposed to do? Thought Alina.
Arron was again busy with his work, while Alina sat quietly on the sofa. He did not know what to do other than to be silent and occasionally stare at Arron who was at work. Silence after eating makes him sleepy.
“Master, when can I come back?”
Arron was silent and did not answer even though he heard it.
Alina breathed a tired sigh. He leaned his body on the sofa. He continued to yawn from drowsiness, and unconsciously closed his eyes and fell asleep. His drowsiness was too domineering and made him forget where he was now.
“He's asleep,” murmured low Arron.
In fact Arron had already added medicine to the girl's drink so that she could rest in peace. If not like that, maybe now Alina is still babbling and asking to return to the residence.
Arron got up from his chair and stepped closer to Alina. He lifted the slender body of the beautiful girl and brought her into the room that was in his study. The room was deliberately made for Arron when working overtime.
He gently stored Alina's body onto the bed. A moment Arron stared at her beautiful face. A sharp nose, closed eyes and thin lips. Arron likes all that. He kissed Alina's lips at a glance and pulled her back.
“Great sleep.”
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On the other hand, Vano who is now abroad is in a restaurant for dinner with a client. He had been waiting for three months to meet with the client.
They sat together and ate dinner accompanied by a conversation about work. Vano raised the glass with his drink and drank it. He cleared his throat faintly, preparing his heart and mind for the next conversation.
“Mr Zeto,” call Vano on the middle-aged man.
Vano took out some photos and gave them to Zeto. The middle-aged man accepted her, and gasped after seeing some photos of a girl he knew so well. His gaze became pushy and impatient breath.
“Where did you get this photo? Who are you?”
“My name is Monika,” replied Vano.
Vano Washington who Zeto knew was only a successor to the Washington family and has an appointment with him today just to talk about work. But suddenly the young man before him gave a picture of the past to him and made Zeto so surprised.
“Monica?” zeto's views are uncertain and remember who Monika is.
“Yes, I am the son of Monika Louis.”
“I searched for him for several years this, where he went there was not even a trace at all.”
Monika goes to the Washington residence and hides herself. No wonder Zeto couldn't find her presence.
“How is it? Where is my daughter now?” zeto asked impatiently.
Previously Vano thought, after Zeto rose with his company and married again had a new family, the middle-aged man would not remember the daughter he had left a dozen years ago. Didn't expect all this time the man was looking for her whereabouts.
“She is fine.”
Vano recounts everything that has happened over the past dozen years in detail. Why she's part of Washington, and also the whereabouts and news of Zeto's daughter. Hearing all of that made Zeto feel very guilty. He had abandoned his daughter's life and made her suffer.
“I'll go see him tomorrow,” said Zeto in a huff.
“Master relax. It would be weird if you suddenly came and said that you were his father. Although you explained everything, but it was too sudden and would only make him confused.”
“What should I do? What should I do?”
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Alina opened her eyes, optimizing her blurry vision. His eyes were staring around. The room was so foreign to her. He memorized every corner of the mansion but there was no room he was in right now.
Where am I?
He inched down from the bed, opening the door that was connected to a workspace. Instantly, his soul gathered again and his eyes opened wide. He remembered that he was in Arron's company. How can Alina sleep while she is working.
Alina looked towards the glass wall where it was already very dark, then turned her gaze back on the watch on her wrist. It's half nine o'clock by now. How long has he been sleeping?
“Master?” call Alina to Arron who is standing facing the glass wall and staring at the view of the city at night.
Arron instantly turned his body and stepped closer to Alina. “You're up?”
Alina nodded slowly. Then he looked weak. “Master, forgive me for sleeping at work. You can cut my salary according to the rules.”
Arron gave a small smile, smashing a hump to Alina gently. “No problem. Go shower then we'll have dinner together.”
It's now half nine in the evening, half an hour late for dinner. Arron accidentally skips his dinner time and waits for Alina to wake up from her sleep for dinner together.
“Replace your clothes, I've prepared them in the closet.”
“Good, Mr.”
Half an hour passed and Alina had already finished her bath. Arron prepared the exact same clothes that Alina was wearing before. With this, then there will be no tone that would have thought if Alina had changed clothes.
“Sit down,” said Arron as he leaned his chin towards the sofa.
They were inside the study, but the food was provided as if they were in a five-star restaurant. Alina thinks Arron must have prepared all that while she was in the shower, because there was no food on the table before.
Arron poured the wine into the glass.
“Master, I don't drink.”
“One glass will not make you drunk.”
“But Tuan-”
“Alina.” Arron looked at him and stopped Alina's sentence.
Alina smiled stiffly. He could only agree with his big boss's words and could not refuse.
One glass of wine was in the toilet and not left, and they had finished their dinner. Alina sat quietly on the sofa, she started to feel dizzy in her head.
I told you I was a bad drinker. Thought in the heart.
Again, Arron poured wine into his glass.
“Master?” Alina looked at Arron confusedly.
“Minum.” Arron smiled and took a sip of his wine.
No, I'm gonna get drunk. Not a good thing.
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