My Ceo Love's

Mual

Alex parked his car in the hospital yard. As soon as the car was parked, he got off walking calmly inside. But a security guard prevented it.

"Sir is there anything I need to help?"

"Nothing, I want to see my sick family."

Cello slipped in through the back. He's gonna find the morgue. The one before him had his men, who were inside.

He soon arrived in front of the morgue. Cello's watching around every corner. Grisa said in the back morgue.

"Master there's nothing suspicious at all here. We've been driving around since, but didn't find the whereabouts of the item.?"

His men who have been assigned to the hospital before, this says there is no such item stored here. But Cello didn't listen, his sharp eyes looking for the whereabouts of the bastard.

"You're good at hiding your stuff in this morgue, Grisam."

Cello stepped on his feet, walking quietly. He smiled shortly. He squatted down and lay on the floor. Then push the small button.

Cas....

One of the body beds was open. Alex and his men were shocked. Suddenly the wooden coffin just opened. And a white cloth was revealed that covered the entire stiff body of a person. They retreated to see the mangled face of the corpse. Very creepy.

The cello approached and pulled something on the body of the corpse. Alex widened his eyes. It is only fitting that from so many coffins it is different.

"Master how do I open it."

Yeah, a coffin for the body storage. Stored with various numbers. Cello looked at the corpse and examined it.

"Albi Grisam, you're very good at keeping your things."

Before long Cello took out a folding knife and stuck it on a dead body lying around.

Alex and the others were in shock, seeing the action of his master. What did his master do by mutilating the corpse.?

Crusses...

Sreks...

Alex gasped at the contents of the corpse. It turned out to be just a puppet that was exactly like a human. Albi Grisam hid his stuff inside the body of a corpse that resembled a human.

"Clean,"

Alex nodded and ordered his men to take the item inside the bag.

Cello's still watching around. He was sure there was something else here. Albi Grisam is very neat to keep his stuff. He walked over to another coffin.

Krekka...

The Click...

A secret door, behind a coffin. The cello goes inside followed by Alek.

"Master this might just be the door to the rat's way out."

"Yes.."

"Tell them, this way."

Alex nodded and called back his men to follow him. Cello cursed Grisam who had thrown one of the human organs that had become a skeleton here. There are so many other organs here.

"Fucking grisam."

Cello stomach nausea, as in stirring. See the organs scattered in that place. No smell because Grisam has doused it with preservatives of course. But Cello's looking at his stomach like it's in a stir.

Alex who was walking behind frowned at his eyebrows. Why master?

Alex runs after the running cello first.

Yuck.. Yuck...

Cello sprawled helplessly, the contents in his stomach he took out all. Alex confused his unusual master who saw like it was about to vomit. Is not usually in also sometimes just take it yourself. It doesn't smell anyway. It smells even more if the cello mutilates a traitor or an enemy. What's up?.

He soon spoke by phone to his other men. Remembering her master like he's sick.

Didn't answer Cello was lying on the green grass. While his hand held his stomach which was still nauseous.

"Fucking grisam."

*

Cello laid down his limp body. After draining his stomach he laid his body next to his wife. As long as his eyes closed, his lips did not stop cursing Grisam.

Cup...

Cello inhaled the scent of his wife's body. Then hold it tight. Shortly thereafter his eyes closed.

Alicia narrowed her eyes seeing Cello wearing the same clothes as yesterday afternoon.

"Isa... Slut, don't shower"

Alicia grumbled her lips. The Cello that sleeps in the same shirt.

Cello ran into the bathroom. Spewing clear liquid in the sink. He had been vomiting all night without stopping. Just an hour he slept his stomach could not be compromised.

Alicia screamed loudly at her husband. At the moment it is pop. And Cello just walked in.

"Fuck cello, get out."

He didn't shout Alicia. His body is really limp. He walked again to the bed, laying his body there again.

Cello blinked his eyes, pushing the sunlight into his room. He looked around looking for his wife. There's none...Where the hell is he?.

"Fucking grisam,"

He sat his body on his head which felt dizzy.

Cleks...

"For Om.."

Alicia smiled brightly at him, while carrying a tray filled with bowl and warm milk.

"He thinks I'm a baby boy.." Cello muttered in his heart.

"No need to protest, Alek said you threw up last night. That's the result if dating that itchy woman."

It's not strange that his wife found out last night that he left her. Alicia is very sensitive. He can guess what others think and do.

"I'm sorry I went there. If you know it's going to be like this, I'd better get some sleep. It's really been torturing me."

Cello complained because of his sick stomach. Not sick but as in stirring until finally nausea.

"What are you doing with Grisa?"

Alicia squinted her eyes at the dull face of Cello.

"You must've touched that woman, right"

"Don't be reckless, where is there?"

"Well you're right, neither is your body suspicious."

Cello snorted hearing his wife suspect him. He died fighting nausea and vomiting last night, his wife still chatty.

Grisa's body squirms on the hotel bed. Last night for him in the gilir three men that Cello hired to satisfy Grisa.

Grisa grimaced with pain in her sensitive area. And the tip of her breast is also very painful. He sat his innocent body. While remembering last night's events. Samar vaguely he remembers Cello coming to see him. Remembering that, he smiled widely. Cello really came to see him. She thought Cello didn't respect her as a fiance at all.

Before long he grimaced again, his sensitive area was really sick and sore. He lowered his head and his eyes widened to see his body without a thread. Moreover, her smooth white body leaves a lot of traces of romance.

Grisa's breath hunts after she recalls last night's events. The cello did come to see him. But soon the man left. And there were three men in the room, and then....

"What have I done. Did they do it, not the cello."

Grisa stepped limped into the bathroom, flushing her innocent body while recalling the events of last night. Is he acting stupid again...?