My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Acting Or Not?

Fortunately, before Freya was made more emotional by her bridegroom, the car had entered the main gate of The Chambers, following the road from the ground floor, rising level by level until it arrived at the 20th floor, where the VVIP room is located.

Freya's stomach was nauseous because her nervousness suddenly increased to its maximum level. He almost tripped when he got out of the car.

“Cautious.” Her guard held her waist tightly.

“You okay?” tanyakanya.

Looking at the large array of flowers in front of the entrance, Freya wanted to turn around and run away. Should she forgive Yoga and go with him three days ago?

As if he could read the contents of Freya's head, Pramudya knitted his wife's arm firmly and said, “Already here, can't escape anymore. I won't let you go if I troublemaking.”

A stiff smile was plastered on Freya's face when she heard that remark. Was this handsome, rich man threatening her?

Never mind. After all, only six months, just go well.

He tried to make the smile on his face look a little more natural, then hooked Pramudya's arm and walked with the man into the hall that had been filled with invited guests.

The pink rose petals stretch from the entrance to below the altar. Hundreds of bouquets of flowers adorn every corner of the room, even the ceiling is covered entirely by a cascade of flowers dangling down.

However, Freya did not have time to pay attention to all that. He hardly realized how he walked in, how he returned the greetings of the guests who were mostly Pramudya's business associates, not he remembered how to pledge marriage.

He even stared blankly as Pramudya lowered his head and kissed a glimpse of his lips before everyone after the wedding vows were made. He felt himself switching to robot mode and doing everything automatically.

His subconscious mind was still busy imagining the no-no.

What if Yoga finds out and comes messing up? Or, what if Miss Carissa suddenly ran in and confessed that she had been impregnated by Pramudya? What should he do if one of the two is likely to happen? Should she continue to pretend to be the dignified Young Madam Antasena?

“What are you thinking?” pramudya reprimands when he sees his wife who daydreams all the time. From start to finish, Freya looked like she had only half a life.

“No.” Freya answered while trying to let go of Pramudya's hand that was coiled around her waist.

Now it's a free show. The two brides could go around for a casual chat with the guests, so Freya wanted to go and hide in the break room.

No one will notice if the bride disappears all of a sudden. Or, even if anyone saw it, it was commonplace to go rest for a while.

However, Freya's body was jolted when Pramudya pulled her hand firmly until her body was slightly dazed, then fell towards her husband.

Pramudya caught Freya's body swiftly, his left hand holding right at the girl's waist again.

Freya was very surprised by what Mr. Pram did. He did not expect that the man would respond like this. Freya's right hand that accidentally landed right on Pramudya's chest could feel the man's heartbeat clearly.

In a hurry he raised his hand. It was like holding a hot potato.

“What's up?” tanyanya did not understand.

“Company me here.” Pramudya pressed his wife's slender waist back to sit by his side.

“Want to eat what? I'll get it,” he added again.

Freya looked at her husband in surprise. Is this acting or not?

“Not hungry? Didn't you have breakfast?” reprimand Pramudya while raising his eyebrows.

Hearing the question, Freya's stomach suddenly rattled. He nodded weakly. The goal for pegi to the break room is to be able to eat a lot without feeling hesitant. But her husband who is very “attention” actually keeps her here.

Doesn't that mean he can eat a little? Never mind, how else? They still have to act in front of Old Man and his super-cocky stepmother.

Hiks .. want to cry ....

Oh, my God, that's a lot. Freya's saliva almost dripped.

The waiter placed the tray on the table in front of Freya, then stepped aside and stood waiting at the side.

Freya lowered her head and brought her head closer to Pramudya, then whispered softly, “You are not ashamed?”

Pramudya raised one eyebrow and asked, “Why should I be ashamed?”

Freya suddenly realized that the eyebrow-raising movement was often done by Pramudya when feeling astonished or upset. Maybe it was a habit.

Seeing Pramudya who is still waiting for his answer, Freya told in a low voice, “Take this many snacks, later you will be laughed at by the guests.”

Pramudya. “Who would dare laugh at me? Today I will make bankrupt.”

Gosh darn. So arrogant! Freya felt sorry for caring about the image of the man. Huh. Just wasting energy!

He did not care about Parmudya anymore, immediately took one small plate containing surabaya layer and ate it calmly. Following the next roll cheese sponge .. then cupcake with frosting whipcream and strawberry pieces .. then a very delicious susu cake ....

God fucking. Were it not for being in front of such an honored guest, he would have definitely spent it all.

“Not spent?” pramudya reprimands when he sees Freya cleaning her hands with a tissue.

“That's enough. Thank you.”

The waiter immediately cleaned the place and went carrying a tray.

Pramudya looked at Freya with a serious expression. “Hold a minute. You can eat until satisfied after you go home.”

“Hm.” Freya only muttered a glance. His eyes were fixed at the entrance. Suddenly he was nervous.

Didn't Mr Pram promise that the woman would not show up and be troublemakers?

Freya turned to ask her husband about it. However, as soon as he blinked, half a dozen men in formal uniforms immediately rushed forward and dragged Carissa out before he could do anything about it.

Freya did not ask. He just looked at Pramudya in amazement. The man kept his promise.

Inwardly, Freya gave 1 plus point because her husband actually did what he said.

Unfortunately, there are still a few minus points to redeem: unfriendly, arrogant, stubborn, disrespectful, bossy, extorting, oppressive, indifferent, stiff, cold, obnoxious, sharp-mouthed, sharp-mouthed, and there are many other vices.

To the attention of Mr. Pram, he will not count it. They are just acting. The theatricality of being a perfect-looking couple is not included in the count.

But ... gosh, her husband's shortcomings are quite a lot.

Secretly Freya glanced at Pramudya and felt pity in her heart. This man had all the criteria he hated.

Damn it.

It seems that Mr. Pram has to work hard to prove that he is not some kind of bastard who only relies on looks and wealth.

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