My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Quarrelling

After a long silence that made the situation feel very awkward, Pramudya finally put down his phone, turned around and looked straight at Freya.

He watched the girl for a moment, trying to read the changes on her round and tiny face carefully.

“The waiter says that you did not eat from lunch.”

That statement sounds more like an accusation, rather than being ascertained. Freya was wrong.

He lowered his head and replied, “I ... don't want to eat ...”

“Because your lover is back?”

Freya looked up and shook her head quickly. He shook his hands to the right and left in a panic.

“No. It's not like that. I ...” Freya was silent all of a sudden.

Why should I panic?

Is it not stated in the agreement that they should not interfere in the personal affairs of one another? So he can like any guy, ‘kan?

Well, although he has not decided whether to give a second chance to Yoga or not, but Pak Pram has no right to interrogate him like this.

After all, actually he and Yoga are not lovers. They never make a direct commitment.

It's just, Freya did have feelings for Yoga. Although Yoga also never expresses feelings directly, but all of its actions show that the man has the same taste.

It was sort of a tacit agreement that they liked each other. But now ....

“Isn't it because of that? You guys even hugged shamelessly in front of the company.”

Pramudya style looks relaxed. Her tone was very calm, but Freya could feel word for word piercing into her heart with great precision.

Why do words that come out of this man's mouth always sound so annoying?

Unconsciously Freya had the urge to defend herself.

“I didn't hug him. He who came and hugged suddenly. I didn't get to dodge.”

Freya looked at Pramudya fieryly. However, when he saw Pramudya's more intimidating gaze, Freya's guts again shrieked.

The man looked like he would break his legs and arms if he dared to lie, making him feel a little nervous.

Shit, Mr. Pram's aura is oppressive. He could barely breathe. In the past, he often beat men whose bodies are taller and bigger than the CEO Pram. Why is he always stuttering and not confident when dealing with this man?

“It's not that I want to interfere, but everyone in the company currently knows that you are my wife. If you want to hug your girlfriend, do it somewhere else. Don't mess up my place. Do not bring a bad image to the company.“ Pramudya crossed her arms, looked at Freya coldly and blurted out the sentence mercilessly.

Freya bit her lips firmly. Saying “his husband” was too heartless.

What are you doing somewhere else?

Is she a cheap woman?

Didn't he explain that he didn't do it on purpose?

This bastard ....

Freya clenched her hands tightly, slightly bowing her head while saying, “CEO Pram need not worry. Next time I will do it somewhere else. Please forgive my mistake this time.”

This time Pramudya was surprised by Freya's response. However, the shock that flashed in his eyes was only a glance. It handles itself quickly, stands upright and tightens its jaws until its geligues collide with each other.

This girl dares to mock him as CEO Pram. Look at his resistance-filled face, as if very obedient but mocking him with a contemptuous look. Really ....

Pramudya snorted and turned his face away. Looking at the girl would only make the uncomfortable feeling in her chest re-volatile.

“Go change clothes, we will go to dinner,” his orders without turning to Freya. He was busy with his cell phone in his hand.

Freya heard the order and gritted her teeth firmly. This man, after calling him came, only said an unsightly sentence, then ruled over it as he pleased. Is this man treating her like a servant?

Freya sneered at herself inwardly. This kind of treatment is not listed in the agreement, but Pramudya Antasena is free to treat it at will. Wasn't he just an item, a tool used to achieve the man's goals. After all, he had been paid a great price.

“Why still stand there?” Pramudya glanced at his wife in annoyance. Why is his facial expression getting so unpleasant?

Freya was awakened from her daydream. He forced himself to smile, then lowered his head and said, “Good, Sir. I'm sorry.”

Pramudya was stunned for quite a long time. He was even glued to the back of Freya who disappeared behind the door.

What the fuck was that call “Tuan” just now? Does he identify himself with a servant? Was marriage a torture for him?

Damnit damnit!

Her guard resisted the urge to smash her phone into the table. The rancid girl really very “character”. Just like cayenne pepper. When he felt displeased, he would strike back mercilessly.

When interacting with others, the girl will smile and be very friendly. However, when dealing with him, he would become very stiff and call him “Pak Pram” with condolences.

Then now, when he gets angry, he will call him “CEO Pram” and “Tuan”, as if he is mocking him and giving a clear dividing line between them.

The sound of a long breath was heard in the room. For the first time in his life, Pramudya did not know what to do with a woman. It cannot be too soft, nor can it be too hard. This feeling ... is completely wrong.

Pramudya restores his hair and sits on a chair, staring at the chat with Bayu who pretended he read seriously earlier.

Bayu has just sent the results of another investigation he requested regarding the incident five months ago, when he was chased and almost cornered in a quiet alley before midnight.

It turned out that the results of Bayu's investigation were the same as he had expected.

Pramudya looked at his phone again. Although he had expected it, he slightly did not expect the result to be like this.

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