Married Senior Cunning
Chapter 18's
Nervousness continued to attack Kyla until she reached the table Om Leo. It is undeniable, the legs are even trembling uncontrollably. God fucking. Why is it so hard to control yourself?
"Attep, yeah, kid. There's a phone call. Pick up first" said Leo as he walked to a corner of the room a little far from Kyla and Caesar.
"Good, Om." Kyla responded even though Leo was preoccupied with the colleague on the phone.
Kyla's thin fingers are tied together. Played along with his efforts to neutralize the heartbeat. How strange. When I first met her, I was not nervous. Funnier.
"Keep calm, Baby. We only see my father" whispered Caesar on the sidelines. Leo did not hear his son's whisper.
"Okay" Kyla replied.
The girl sighed. Suddenly Caesar gave a warm-short hug to the slender body of the girl without asking permission first.
"Hey!" sergeant Kyla in a low but stressed voice.
"Be quiet and be calm" Caesar replied.
The man tightened his embrace. Justright. Being in Caesar's arms, hearing a racing heartbeat equalize the tempo, successfully makes Kyla drown in it. So soothing.
It seems, Caesar's chest contains a lot of sedatives. Kyla even forgot that she refused. He even feels comfortable. Comfort she had never felt before.
Bizarrely. This is so weird!
"Haha, you are not married yet but have dared to make out, yes."
Hearing Leo's voice, Kyla quickly broke free from Caesar's embrace. Honey, the man's burly hands intercepted Kyla's body to get away. He clutched her again, as if he didn't want Kyla out of his life.
"His name is also young, Dad. Kyla is also getting used to Varo" Varo's alibi.
Kyla's eyebrows shot up disagreeing. Caesar's talk was really as good as his speech. There's no way Kyla's getting used to Caesar, right? It won't be possible.
"Take me off, Caesar," whispered Kyla.
He struck short the chest of Caesar's field which made a sound from his mouth muted there. His hand was even caught in Caesar's arms. God fucking.
"You two, sit down here first. I'm gonna talk to you for a second."
Three different-aged humans sat on each of the single sofas, surrounding a round table with a small vase of flowers in the middle. Kyla squeezes each other's fingers, hoping to reduce her nervousness and disappear.
While Caesar, he looked calm with the position of the legs placed on the knees. Wobbling along with awkwardness that suddenly hit the room. Leo sipped his coffee for a while before starting to say.
"How are your relations? You know each other's nature, right?"
Kyla gulped her saliva rough.
"Everything will go on with time. We've become familiar," Caesar replied casually.
Kyla just chimed in with a quick nod. As if I was running out of words to talk. His mouth was silent.
"Goodoo. Kyla boy, we have dinner tonight at our house. You came, yes. I've informed your father, too."
"B-well, Om."
"Haha, don't be so nervous. If you become our daughter-in-law, relax. Make sure you feel like a princess. He'll treat you better than any man."
Leo said, pointing towards Caesar. While the twenty-year-old man only smiled proudly. Either way, he would really treat Kyla like a princess or not.
"Hehe, i-iya, Om. Just not used to it yet" Kyla replied again.
"By the way, the engagement will be advanced on the date. Both families have agreed on that" Leo explained.
Kyla frowned displeased.
"Why is that, Om? Why advance? Kan, but there was no negotiation with the two of us," Kyla protested rather surprised.
As far as Kyla is concerned, there was no talk of engagement. Especially proposal. Caesar often only brought up marriage. But it was also not the important thing he talked about, but rather the perverted thing that did not enter Kyla's mind.
