My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Keep Distance With Him

“Who is worried about you? If you die, I have to find a new wife. Very troublesome,” ketus Pram with ketus. However, he suddenly pulled out a handkerchief and thrust it at Freya.

Freya looked up, then realized what the man meant. He accepted the handkerchief doubtfully. The fabric feels very smooth and soft, it must be very expensive. He glanced at Pram, did the man really give the handkerchief to him. However, the man's face looked ice-cold as he was staring in the distance, not knowing what he was looking at.

Freya folded the handkerchief and pressed the wound on her head. His facial expression looks bad. Despite giving a handkerchief to bandage his wound, what kind of speech was that? Where is there a sharp-mouthed prospective husband like this Young Pak Antasena?

Oh, yes, he almost forgot that their marriage was just a pretend one! Maybe if he really died, the man would be troubled to find a replacement in a short time.

Shortly afterwards, the sound of a helicopter approached. Freya looked up and looked for the source of the sound. In the distance, the fast-spinning propellers make dust and dry leaves fly. Freya hurriedly lowered her head, covering her face with her right arm.

Seeing that, Pramudya quietly shifted forward two steps and covered Freya with his own body.

Freya who no longer felt the sweep of the wind immediately lowered her hand, then was stunned to see the man who had just thrown those sharp words was obstructing the wind in front of her body.

He looked up again, staring at the sturdy back that somehow gave off a sense of warmth and safety. Complex emotions flashed under his eyes. Unknowingly his forehead was furrowing deeply. He could not understand the temperament of Mr. Young Antasena ....

“Is it really painful?” pramudya asked when he saw Freya frowning. His eyebrows furrowed until there were fine strokes on his forehead.

“No,” replied Freya quickly. He did not want to misunderstand the man's attention and make him ridiculed again.

Surprisingly, hearing that answer actually made Pram even more upset. The foolish girl was clearly in pain, pretending to be strong to outwit who?

He pulls Freya by the hand and walks towards the helicopter, helping her get on and use a headshet for communication devices. Everything was done without saying a word to Freya. He immediately asked the pilot to take them to the hospital.

Freya just kept quiet. Whatever the man wants to do. After all, he knew, fighting would only be in vain. The arrogant man would only do what he wanted.

Along the way, the two men were silent. Each stared out the window at the opposite side. Freya silently squinted at her painful wrist. The bastard dragged her like a statue, clutching her hand very tightly and pulling her like a child. So hurt.

Today was really shit. Maybe I should go home and take a seven-figure flower bath before going to bed so as not to always be unlucky. Gratitude can get away from this bastard. Hah ... very sorry ... really sorry ....

Pram turned his head to check on the state of the girl next to him. However, before he opened his mouth to ask, he saw the movement of the girl who was massaging her wrists slowly. He took a breath and exhaled slowly. It seems to be because of his actions. He must have been too hard to pull the hand of his future wife.

Freya flinched and was shocked when she felt a strong and warm palm sweep across the back of her hand. He turned his head quickly and wanted to pull out his hand, but the man's palm held him back so he could not move.

“Sorry, I didn't accidentally.” Pramudya snarled, holding Freya's hand on her thigh and carefully massaging her wrist.

Freya was stunned for quite a long time. This arrogant man, this ferocious boss ... just apologized? Did he die and go to heaven? Or had his ears been damaged by being shaken in the overturned car earlier? Or is he fainting and dreaming strangely because he is too tired?

But it feels too real. Definitely not a dream.

Freya stared at the side of Pram's face for quite a long time. Actually, how is this guy's character? Why is he so hard to guess? When he tried to comfort her, the man said a sentence that hurt her. In the next instant, he showed concern in an action that would make anyone's heart feel warm.

This man ... is very dangerous ....

Freya turned her eyes. Pramudya Antasena is too dangerous, not good for his common sense. He should avoid interacting with the man more often in the future.

Freya shook her head and pulled her hand carefully. He was already determined to reduce any interaction or contact with this man.

Pramudya. He felt a little strange because the silly girl next to him suddenly became quiet. Did the wound hurt so much?

“Quick, why so long?” pramudya urged the pilot.

“It's a while back, Sir.” Quietly the pilot complained in his heart, this is the maximum speed limit, want faster how else?

Fortunately, they arrived at the hospital shortly after. Pramudya helps Freya down and breaks her into the waiting nurse. He helped the girl sit in a wheelchair and followed her to the treatment room.

“Sorry, Mr. Pramudya, you can only drop off until here. We will take good care of Miss,” said the nurse respectfully. The hospital belongs to Antasena Group. All the workers there know Pramudya Antasena well. That is why they are so respectful and polite.

Pramudya just nodded lightly and sat down on the chair that was lined up in that hallway. Under the bright illumination of the hospital lights, he could see the wounds all over Freya's body. His scalp must have been torn. There were bruises on the temples and scratches on his cheeks. His jeans were torn from his right ankle to his calf. There were also scratches that looked quite deep. Damnit. He dragged the girl all the way to the helicopter.

That silly girl, so stubborn! Why not cry or say that her leg is hurt?

Pramudya felt annoyed with who.

“Pram!” Bayu's voice sounded from the end of the hall. He ran and approached Pramudya, crouched down and examined his friend's body thoroughly.

“Sial, your wound is so much. Why just sit daydreaming here?” Bayu scolded Pramudya in annoyance. The man could have been sitting casually with blood seeping from his clothes.

Pramudya lowered his head, observing the wet-looking black shirt. The dark color camouflages the blood, but the characteristic rancid smell cannot be masked. He used his body to protect Freya, but he didn't take it seriously.

Her body was more resilient compared to that rancid girl. Just look at his chatty mouth suddenly silent because of enduring the pain. Just thinking about it has made Pram return emotions. You stupid girl.

“Pram? You all right? Why silent?” ask New anxiously.

“Not seriously injured,” murmured Pramudya indifferently.

Bayu ignored the words of his best friend. What is not a serious injury? What if a concussion hits?

Bayu turned to the bodyguard who followed him and exclaimed, “Quick call the doctor!”

“Good, Sir.” One of the bodyguards rushed off and did Bayu's orders.

“Sorry, I'm late. I was also blocked on the road, so I couldn't come straight to you. I came straight here as fast as I could,” Bayu explained with a depressed feeling.

“Hm. Find out who did it.” Pramudya nodded at a glance. He already knew that from the message sent by his men earlier.

A killing aura emanated from his body. Whoever dares to offend him must die.

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