My Beloved's Choice Woman

Rental Wife

"Let's take you to the room" said Zello.

"Let Dahlia drive me. You just hang out with your colleague."

"I'm taking you because I want to take a short break too" Zello said.

"Oh... "

"Dahlia don't forget my bag."

"Yes, Miss."

***

"Miss, good rest. I went back to the party first. If you need to call me later!"

"Loh, come in first! Help me take off this dress!"

"On that matter, please ask Mr. Zello for help!"

"Dahlia!"

Have fun, uh break Miss."

Veron curses Dahlia who just ran away.

"Here, I help." Zello's eyebrows swooped in to tease Veron.

"No need, I still want to live."

"meaning?"

"If your girlfriend finds out, I'll show you my shoulder. My life will be in his hands tomorrow.

Zello was silent, listening to Veron.

"But .. I'm asking you this please. Help take off my clasps and hairdo. I can't sleep if my hair is rich."

"Here!"

With slightly sleepy eyes, Veron approached the bed where Zello was resting. Sitting on the lip of the bed and looking back at Zello.

Zello who was behind Veron reached out his hand to feel Veron's hairdo still look good. Modern bun hairstyle, with white rose accessories.

"Slow down!"

It felt Zello's hand that started to open the hairpin, and the latter opened the bun, taking the small black flops one by one.

When all the hairpins had come off, Zello easily tidied up Veron's hair. Wavy hair that is shoulder length.

Zello's forehead creased deeply, as he looked at Veron's unraveling hair. "Why is your hair like this?"

"Haha. Just want to change. Bosen long hold."

"From when?" outstretched Zello plays Veron's hair.

"Two days before the wedding. How good is it, right?"

"Let's look here!"

Veron excitedly turned his body, and sat face to face with Zello. Don't forget Veron is tidying up the front hair.

"Jeez," Zello screeched.

"Why the hell? Just a regular time."

"You, look seven years younger than usual." Zello stared in shock, the bangs perched on Veron's forehead.

"Haha. I should be happy or how to hear what you say. I should be happy, but look at your expression"

"Lilie, it's fucked up. Your face is like a school girl."

"Good dong, adorable."

Zello stared intensely at Veron's new face and hair. " Mm ... Gini yes." Zello gently held his bangs together all the way to the top of his head and narrowed them with small clasps. "It's better" Zello said later, a faint smile adorning her lips.

"Times, get a mirror!"

"Nothing. There's a mirror of her own!"

Veron slowly got out of bed and went to the mirror in the room. Saw his reflection there. "I've always been beautiful."

"Zello I'm sleepy." With sleepy eyes Veron approached the bed again.

"Would you sleep in that shirt?"

"Yes, it's okay." Veron's body quickly lay on the bed with his legs dangling down. A moment later, Veron's body felt drifting and his body lay more comfortable.

"I'm back at the party."

"Hm."

***

"Wake, wake!"

A real dream for Veron, the shock felt louder.

"Veron, wake!"

With a strong Rossa pulled Veron's hand and for a few minutes Veron's body fell to the floor.

"Aw sick." The painful part of his body. "I-i"

"You mostly sleep, the money falls. Wake up, I want to rest here." Rossa snorted angrily at Veron who was too hard to build.

"Mh, my wedding dress." Shock to see her dress torn off the side.

"Why are you here?" An annoyed look was on Veron's face. In addition to her sleep was disturbed, her dress was also damaged.

"Can dong. I was given the same card as Zello."

"So, why did my dress get torn?"

"You fell down, it must be because of that."

"I've never slept with a lot of fluff, how can I fall."

"You're too tired, so there must be a lot of polah. Awake already! I'm helping you take off your shirt."

In a fit of annoyance, Veron wakes up from a falling position and turns his back to tubhh Rossa who is ready to help take off her dress.

"The good one. Who picked him?"

"Grandfather Hanif." But lies. All who chose Zello, Grandpa Hanif did not participate at that time.

"Oh .. already."

Without a word, Veron headed for the bathroom and changed his clothes. As soon as possible, move rooms.

***

(Morning of Day)

"No - Miss, are you out of here? Then why did Miss Rossa come out of Miss's room?" Dahlia was still in shock, with what she had seen just now. A few minutes ago, he saw Rossa coming out of the bridal chamber. Dahlia thinks that Rossa just entered and there is still Veron in it, but when she sees Veron coming out of a different room, which means that Zello's room with Rossa is not his wife, dahlia's eyes were rounded in shock. Even his heart was pounding so fast.

Uh. Just realized, if he came out of the next room Zello. Veron cursed at his recklessness that did not see the situation outside his room just yet.

"Mm .. Do you know Rossa?"

"Yes, Non. He's Mr. Zello's best friend." The concerned face is drawn from the look of Dahlia.

A pal?

"Oh." Veron just understood, it turns out that the two of them in the eyes of people are friends.

"Miss, what exactly is going on?" Dahlia swallowed her saliva. Too presumptuous he asked so, but he really could not hide his curiosity.

"Come, comein!" Veron forced Dahlia into the room she had previously slept in.

"Sit down!" say Veron again.

Veron tries to smile thinly with Dahlia, although he is also shocked by the appearance of Dahlia earlier.

Veron was sitting next to Dahlia, sitting on the lip of the bed.

"Dahlia, how long have you been working with Mr Hanif?"

"It's been a long time, Miss. But obviously, everyone knows too. That Miss Rossa and Mr. Zello are friends. Maybe little miss."

"I've seen a picture of Mr. Zello and Miss Rossa as children in Mr. Zello's room." Connect Dahlia.

"Dahlia, that's not what I want to ask."

"Huh? Then?"

"How much do you feel for Great Lord Hanif?"

"Mr Hanif is very kind Miss. He's very good with my family."

"So, do you love Mr Hanif?"

Dahlia looked at Veron, with no intention of answering her question again. It was as if I could read what Veron was going to say to him.

"Don't tell Mr. Hanif what you've seen!"

Dahlia's gaze which was originally straight at Veron changed downhill for a moment. And with a little courage he looked at Veron again.

"If Grandpa finds out, he's afraid Grandpa will get sick." Veron stared at Dahlia intensely, trying to convince her, that was the least avoidable way.

"Aren't you angry about Mr Zello's behavior?"

"Dahlia, our bond is only limited to paper. Not more. Ross is the real owner of Zello."

"Make what?"

"Make my profit. For money."

"I really didn't expect Miss-"

"That's the real me. But whatever the reason, don't tell Mr. Hanif."

"I think you two are really husband and wife in general. Aren't you guys very romantic."

"Romantic? Since when?"

"Why beautiful women are always bad behavior. How much money do you need to be a rental wife?" chirps Dahlia.

"It's none of your business."

The stifled, disappointed and brow furrowed into one on Dahlia's face.

"Why?" ask Veron.

"Why what?"

"Your face is ugly."

"Mm .. is nothing. Excuse me, I just wanted to ask you if Mr Zello would order you breakfast?"

"Anything Zello can eat, and to me what matters is not seafood."

"Alright Miss. Excuse me."