My Beloved Wife Mr. Pram

Don't Forget, We're Married

Freya watched Pramudya carefully. With this close distance, the smell of wine in his body was clearly smelled.

However, it seems that Mr. Bayu was also drunk. What's the matter? Why are they both drinking this late?

“You drunk?” ask Freya again. The question was not answered, but was answered by Pramudya.

"Who's drunk? I'm not .. I'm not drunk ...." Pramudya advanced one step so that their distance was getting closer.

“See, I'm not drunk, right?” He stood up stably and continued to nail Freya with his gaze, as if waiting for the girl's reaction to her words and actions.

Freya looks up. He examined Pramudya's face, the red hue on the man's face did look more clearly.

Mr. Pram is obviously drunk, although his style of speech still sounds normal. Freya lowered her head to avoid Pramudya's gaze. Was this man drinking because he was forced to marry her?

“Is this because of Miss Carissa? You feel sorry for marrying me?” he asked after being silent for a long time.

“It should have been yesterday you just received it, so today the bride is him,” he added again before Pramudya had time to answer.

Her breathing became very hard. His pair of red eyes looked burning. He reached out and blocked Freya's arm slightly tightly.

"Why are you so stupid?" pramudya asked in annoyance. Does this girl think she's drunk because she regrets marrying him? Really ridiculous.

“What?” Freya flabbergasted. Why is the response like this?

I'm just asking. Why should you say I'm stupid?

Freya pulled her hand in annoyance and stayed away from Pramudya.

Fuck him getting drunk or dying, who cares.

Bayu immediately pulled Lisa's hand out of the room. Let the couple speak from heart to heart. He knew Pramudya was a little interested in his wife, but too proud to admit it. Now that the opportunity was in sight, he should not bother the two of them.

Lisa understood immediately. He said nothing and quietly came out obediently. He really hopes Freya can get along with the Boss forever, so new she can feel happiness .. haish, who does not love money? Here, no need for a lot of nonsense, just transfer all the money to his account!

Ruth followed behind Bayu and Lisa. He closed the door very carefully so as not to make a sound. Inwardly, he wished that Second Young Master could truly establish a good relationship with Young Madam, then give birth to many cute and cute little masters and misses.

Aih, it will definitely be very crowded and fun! Unknowingly, Ruth's face became radiant because of her delusion.

Inside the room, Freya glanced at the closed door and suddenly felt panicked. Those heartless people, could have left her with a drunken man! Really unreliable!

Pramudya ignored the others who left leaving them both in the room. The focus this time was only on Freya. He approached the girl again.

One step ....

Two steps ....

Three ....

Freya shrank and continued to retreat. This man ... why keep approaching him? His brain immediately thought quickly, he had to use the mana to paralyze this man later.

Unfortunately, before his wishful thinking was realized, his back had hit the wall. He turned his head frantically and tried to shift to the left, but Pramudya's long, sturdy arm blocked his path.

Freya bit her lips and stood stiffly. There is no way to escape anymore. Should he kick this guy's collar?

Freya looked up hesitantly, trying to figure out what the intensely looking man wanted.

Their eyes stared at each other. No one's talking.

Freya realized that the distance between the top of her head and the tip of Pak Pram's chin was only about two feet.

That's too close.

He shrank his body again until he actually stuck to the wall and ventured to ask, “Pram, what do you want? We can talk about it carefully.”

Her guard frowned, a sign of displeasure. "What do I want? I don't know ... Actually, what do I want? Try to tell me ...."

Freya turned her head and watched Pramudya's face intently. This was the first time the man had spoken in such a long sentence with her. Also speaking very senselessly.

Is it because of the alcohol?

Freya sighed and threw away her face. All this made his head feel dizzy. However, he still tried to speak very humbly, hoping that the man could let go.

“Ehm, Pram ... Pramudya, what's wrong? Can we talk while we sit? I ... this .. um, I'm a little uncomfortable ....”

"Why? Do you mind if you approach you? Don't forget, we're married."

Freya looked at the man who was almost attached to her and felt mixed emotions confused.

What the fuck? Isn't this just a fake wedding? Why use the status of husband and wife to suppress it?

He dared to fight the man hard, “Pram, if I don't remember wrongly, this marriage is just a contract marriage. We don't even have the right to interfere in each other's personal affairs, so please .. release me and return to your room.”

Pramudya's eyes became brighter. He pinched the tip of Freya's chin, forcing her to look at her face and not run away from her sight.

“What if I don't want to? Fill in the agreement, I can change it if I want. Don't you know?” Pramudya himself did not know why he behaved so, but he felt he had to do it so that this foolish girl knew that even if it was only on paper, for the time being she was his, for the time being she was his, pramudya Antasena's.

Freya bit her tongue hard to resist the swearing that almost slid out of her mouth. However, the next second, Pramudya advanced suddenly and firmly pressed his lips together. It was cold and slightly sweet, with a nice wine aroma and a warm breath.

Just a moment ... due to a split second later, he had already kicked Pramudya's shin very hard.

“Basic liar! That bastard! Not shameless! I want a divorce! Now!” Freya rampaging.

Crazy, huh? Kissing her like this. Really looking to die! Yesterday he was silent because there was an Old Man, but now .. he wanted to strangle this bastard to death.

Pramudya grimaced in pain and limped towards the sofa. God fucking. So hurt. Half of his drunkenness almost disappeared.

He curled up in pain on the sofa and sighed one by one.

Never mind, do not need calculations, his own fault said carelessly and kiss without permission first.

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