My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 36: Milk Pudding And The Mysterious One

Someone please find Arana a hole to hide in!

The girl looked at Alva with a dissatisfied look. A pretext to hide his nervousness. His heart was beating faster than usual, and his face was still flushed. Even the longer it was in that dangerous position, its face was getting flushed even to the ears and the base of its neck.

Alva smiled and chuckled. "Haha, I'm sorry. I'm just kidding."

Seeing Alva no longer supporting her, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. Arana glanced at the exhausted Alva beside her. Of course Alva must be feeling exhausted. He had just worked at the company, accompanied her to the bazaar, waited for her in the hospital, and now had a few houses. Must be Alva's exhausted. And Arana felt a little bad for making that guy work hard today.

The girl pondered, thinking of something that could make Alva at least have a better mood. Or at least, that was what he always used to improve his mood when he was exhausted or sad.

"Darling," called him.

Alva turned her head, smiling and as if asking why she called him. "Do you want no milk pudding?"

Alva's face looked strange. Looking at Arana with a difficult gaze to interpret. Arana coughed awkwardly at Alva's gaze. Arana knows that maybe Alva thinks if she wants Alva to buy her a milk pudding.Yeah, Arana did tell Alva to do this and that. It's only natural that Alva thinks this time she wants milk pudding.

Arana smile. "I mean, I'll make you some milk pudding. You want?"

Hearing that, Alva raised her eyebrows. "Can you make milk pudding?"

Arana nudges. "Son Melisa taught me how to make it."

...***...

Preparing the ingredients needed to make milk pudding, Arana began to mix all the ingredients into a decoction of milk. Making milk pudding is easy, and within ten minutes, the liquid has been put in the mold.

"We'll wait a minute." Arana said as a pair of Alva beads stared at her from the living room.

Arana looked at Alva who now seemed to take her gaze away from her. In his hand was a cell phone, and it seemed that Alva was texting someone. If Arana's guess is right, it should be Erlan. It was possible that the man asked Alva about the problems that were in the company. Or ask about certain data that only Alva knows.

Arana lowered her gaze.

All the ways he tried to do it. Starting from indistinct anger even to sticking to Alva like a hammer. But the man was not bothered in the slightest, and always prioritized Alana at all times. For Arana, Alva really loves Alana . How could he have gotten Alva to divorce Alana if the man might have gotten used to Alana's bad nature from the start?

His plans have failed since the beginning because Alva is used to Alana's nature when they are dating.

God, Arana's dizzy.

Not to mention the matter of college and offers from Karina. Wherever Alana majors are, Arana has no problem replacing her, for a moment. Wherever it was, Arana was sure she could follow every subject well. However, she cannot forever be Alana. He also has a life to take care of. Own life.

If she gets divorced with Alva, Alana will come back, and Arana knows she has to go.

If he made a pact with Karina and suddenly everything changed, wouldn't it be hard to explain what really happened? Even though being a designer is his wish since childhood?

Well, Arana's head feels hot. He began to regret his rash decision.

A moment later, after returning to her consciousness, Arana found it difficult to put half-cold milk pudding into the refrigerator. It should be 20 minutes cold and ready to be enjoyed. The girl sat herself down next to Alva back after washing her hands. "Who is that, baby?"

Arana asks Alva who is still busy typing on her phone. Alva turned her head and smiled as she put her phone on the desk. "Erlane. He asked a few things. Forget it, it's not that important."

Arana pretended to nod indifferently, when in fact she felt sorry for Alva and Erlan who were troubled by it. Heh, his plan has failed.

Arana. "You better take a shower. I'll prepare the pudding after you shower."

Alva sniffed himself. "yes too. I need a shower. I sweat a lot because of my wife."

Huh huh?

So ambiguous!

Arana pushed the chuckling Alva. "Hurry shower!"

"Haha!"

...***...

The room is spacious. But his current state is not bright enough to know who is there. A man dressed in a full suit stood across the table. Where someone sits on the back of me.

"So you mean, Alva is married?"

The man behind her replied in a flat tone. "Yes, miss!"

"Without my knowledge?"

His tone was a little sharp when he asked back. "Who is that?"

"Young lady of the Damarian family, miss." The very answer the man made the woman laugh. His deep red lips formed a grin, and the small mole on his nose flashed faintly. "Make a ticket for me to come home tonight. I have to see for myself with my eyes, that girl."

"All right, miss."

"Well, I wonder how she seduces my beloved ?" He murmured coldly.