Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Does He Still Love Him?

Kira enters her room with a "somewhat" feeling". He felt very upset and suddenly became full of emotions. Whenever she met her ex-husband's family, she always had a bad mood.

Kira tried to entertain herself by enjoying the afternoon atmosphere from the balcony of her room. Letting warm sunlight, flushed his body, giving birth to water spots on his forehead. Warm burning.

Kira gripped the balcony guardrail until her knuckles turned red. Looking up, with eyes closed. As if protesting to the sky, the pain is not complete. Until without feeling the clear bulir pouring profusely from the corner of his eye. Kira bites her lips, holding a small barrage inside her. Wanted, wanted to be released.

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The pace of the pantofel shoes collided with the floor, echoing throughout the room. If it wasn't for work, Harris would have been reluctant to visit this place.

Everyone trembled as they watched the eagle's eyes scan one by one the occupants of the top floor, in this office.

"Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you?" One of the senior managers named Sofyan stepped forward to greet Harris. Even though his knees felt trembling, but he tried to strengthen his legs to stand up to welcome the big Boss.

"Where is the leader here? Why are you here?" Harris raised a murderous gaze.

"Sorry, Sir. Mr. Rian is on a personal business that cannot be left behind" replied Mr. Sofyan carefully, as he followed Harris into the room where the company leadership was.

"Can't he just focus on his work for a little while? Everyone has a vested interest, but look, all the reports that should have been on my desk are still here. You are very slow at work" Harris said no higher than a teacher when explaining a material. But, anyone would definitely be frightened under the glare of eyes that were so cold and sharp.

Harris scanned the middle-aged man who looked down deeply. Obviously he was very scared, when his boss suddenly did the trick. Moreover, when his boss in charge here was not in place, it would automatically be him who would face the rampage from Harris.

Harris sat down and began to look at the pile of files with Johan who had been trailing behind him. The point is, all this work, is only halfway through.

"Safyan, please tell your boss, I'll wait in the office tomorrow. I'm very disappointed with the performance of the people here. I guess my Papa's generosity, by giving him a high salary, doesn't make you all want to give your best effort."

Harris put his finger on the table. Laying wibawa. Harris suppressed his anger, saving it for tomorrow. Harris did avoid this place, not wanting their personal affairs to interfere in the affairs of work. But, he had no choice, when someone's performance decreased, of course, in need of evaluation, so that the company can still operate.

"Make sure he's not late, sir. I don't like to wait" Harris stressed his every word.

"Good, Sir. I will do as you command," Mr. Sofyan was getting more and more bowed. Cold sweat flooded his entire body. Harris's presence, for the first time here, left him breathless. It is true that Harris is a very creepy person even without him showing his anger.

Harris stepped quickly away from the room, his gaze not dodging at all, without turning his head or returning the greeting that was fixed on him.

"Sir, you better go home, it seems, Madam knows where Mr. Rian went today," Johan reported what Doni had just informed him while the two were in the car.

"How's it going?" Harris stiffened again, he knew very well, what his wife would feel if she met her ex-husband.

"Looks, Madam isn't okay, sir."

"Quick, Jo," Harris grew worried, he sat up straight with his hands clenched hard. Has she not been able to forget her ex-husband, so that when she met him, she still felt pain? Think Harris.

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Harris urged into the exercise room and gym at the back of the house. Apparently, his wife was running on the treadmill. Slowly, Harris approached his wife and reduced the speed of the running board.

Kira wiped away the sweat and tears that had mixed into one. His breath was breathless as if he were out of air stock. His gaze grew even more sad when he saw Harris in front of him.

Harris led his wife to sit in a long iron chair that was available here. Facing the glass that was deliberately installed filled the wall. They cast a shadow over both of them there.

Harris took off his suit, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Stretched out his hand, to welcome his wife into his arms. Without thinking twice or thinking how much sweat was soaking her body, Kira bumped into her husband's burly body. The most comfortable place to dock. Kira was deeply touched by her husband's attention.

"Sorry, I'm not supposed to be like this. I shouldn't worry you" said Kira in her husband's arms. He feels so guilty.

Harris smiled, "What's still your burden, haem?"

Kira took off her arms and looked at the two eagle eyes in turn, making sure that what she was about to say would not incriminate her husband.

Harris smiled again, "You have nothing to fear, I'll be overwhelmed by what's your problem, believe me, here, there's always a place for you," Harris led Kira's hand to press against her left chest.

Kira smiled, in front of her husband, she was just a weak woman, who always wanted to take shelter inside her warm body.

"Your heart still hurts? Because you still love your ex-husband, or-,"

Kira hurriedly covered Harris's mouth with a quick scalp, "No, I'm not sick because of that,"

Kira scowled, "How can you still think I love her? Did I not clearly tell you, who do I love?"

Harris laughed, "Then why do you still cry every time you meet them?"

"I, I, still hurt with them, it felt unfair, when I was ready to retaliate, they were helpless. I want to avenge Mas Rian's mother. I want to avenge Mas Rian, I want Melisa to feel what her husband feels like in the capture of people, I want them to suffer," Kira sobbed, tightness felt in the chest.

"If you want, I can help you" Harris rubbed Kira's cheek with her thumb. With the palm cupped up to the back of the ear.

"Am I not too evil to retaliate against them? I don't have to."

"Who do you hate the most?"

"Relisa," answered Kira quickly.

"If they split up, would you be happy?"

"It seems, I don't know either. I'm afraid, if I've already stepped up, I can't back down anymore. I'm afraid I'm gonna make you hard,"

"You're a fool, it's the result of having money in your brain" Harris peeped at his wife's forehead. "They are halfway to destruction. I just need to give them a little nudge so they fall fast."

"Is this okay? I don't want you to get in trouble, Yang,"

"No way," Harris grabbed Kira in his arms once more, "You want to hit Melisa or Rian?"

Kira distanced her body. "If I could, Yang. I've been doing it since."

"Then, come on, let's beat him up" Harris led Kira to her feet. Put it in front of the mirror and remove his wife's oversize t-shirt, leaving a sports bra. Kira slightly objected, but as soon as she saw Harris gesturing for silence and obedience, she finally complied, with both hands crossed in the chest.

Harris took off his shirt, leaving behind material pants that he had been wearing since work earlier, displaying a beautiful map on his stomach.

"Yes God. I wanted to contract on one of those maps, "inner Kira, when I saw her husband's reflection in the glass. His hand covered his own hot cheek. Ah, all of a sudden he remembered the moment the body had mastered it. Makes him bend his knees and bow. How does it feel to pile those muscles when touched by his hand.

Kira slapped the side of her head, "My brain is really dirty."

Harris smiled at his wife who was always fascinated by his body. He deliberately linger behind Kira, so that his wife can see his body clearly, until satisfied. He loved to see his wife flirt like that.

Harris wrapped the hand wrap in the palm of Kira's wrist before putting boxing gloves on both of Kira's hands. Harris wears Thai Pads on both hands.

"Hit me, honey. As strong as you can, okay," Harris ordered.

"You sure?" Kira hesitates a little, afraid of hurting her husband.

"Yes, just trust me,"

Kira hit the pads as hard as she could, but Harris did not budge at all.

"What'sthis? It's just a baby blow. Imagine my two hands are Rian and Melisa,"

Kira took a breath, before lunging at Harris with a punch blindly. His shout was so loud that it made Johan who was enjoying a snack made by Mother, run to the gym.

"Basic, weird couple," Johan murmured. He was very envious of seeing their togetherness. Moreover, seeing the woman laughing, she was extremely jealous. He soon came back again to finish his meal with a grumble.

"Stop, Ying. I'm tired" Kira leaned over to hold her knee. His breath hunted, as sweat trickled down from all over his body. Harris took off the pads in his hands, and helped Kira take off the boxing gloves.

"Dry your body" Harris handed a small towel to his wife. Harris did the same, his sweat flooding all over his body. Although he only held back Kira's punches and kicks, but over time the punches were getting louder and louder.

Harris hugged Kira's still-shimmering body full of sweat. "Don't hug, my body is full of sweat."

"You think I don't?" Harris pressed both of Kira's arms trying to make a revolt.

"Which, I stink of sweat," said the spoiled Kira.

Harris didn't press on, hugging tighter and tighter, "Darling, we can't take a bath together,"

"Bad tits,"

"You too, your brain is far dirtier than mine,"

Kira leaned against her husband's chest. Look at their reflection in the glass. Harris gently rubbed Kira's stomach, in his heart he was eager to grow seeds there soon. But, he had to be patient, Vivian said, just need a little more time.

"How are you feeling now? Better?"

Kira nodded, she felt very good, and sure. She never doubted what her husband promised her. He just needs to stay and continue to love her.

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