My Husband Turns out to be the President

My Husband Turns out to be the President
Chapter 62



"Pumpit is put in from here, then pull with a little energy, then the meat will come out"


Ariella says it seriously, then she proudly looks at Carlson.


But Ariella soon realizes that Carlson has not learned it, but is instead staring at her, their distance is very close.


Even Ariella could see her reflection in Carlson's eyes.


Suddenly his cheeks blushed and his eyes blinked.


He felt very embarrassed, and immediately turned his face away.


Fortunately covering up her nervousness Ariella immediately said.


"It's like that"


Carlson was motionless and just stared at him.


Suddenly kissed his face.


Those cold lips stuck to her cheeks, just for a moment.


But it could make him very nervous as if his body was hot and numb.


"Aren't you going to eat shrimp?"


Ariella held her face that was still hot, saying with a slight annoyance.


Carlson raised his eyebrows, those star-like eyes looked at him meaningfully.


And said with pride.


"You're more delicious"


Carlson was still holding Ariella's body with his hand. Ariella immediately glared and returned to her seat in annoyance.


Ariella who was upset no longer cared about her image.


Grab the shrimp on the plate and eat it.


It's just that Ariella belom can calm her feelings after being kissed by Carlson.


The person in front of him who sometimes looked serious was also not serious, putting the shrimp he had peeled onto Ariella's plate.


"You eat"


Carlson smiled as if apologizing for the kiss.


Ariella who did not know what to do due to her embarrassment and nervousness could only bow her head and continue eating.


Carlson who saw that couldn't help but laugh and his hand kept peeling the shrimp .


After a while Carlson said


"Tomorrow we'll go buy a set of dresses"


Ariella devoured her last shrimp, opening her eyes with a puzzled expression.


"I'm taking you to a dinner party"


"go for what??"


Carlson picked up a wet tissue to wipe his hand.


then looked Ariella in the eyes and smiled.


"Go to tell them you're my wife"


There's a star in Carlson's eye and Ariella's already trapped inside.


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The next day after returning home from work, Ariella went to follow Carlson to pick out the dress.


Because the banquet will start at 9 p.m., Carlson takes Ariella to Lily's restaurant to fill her stomach.


But Ariella doesn't give face to Carlson, she doesn't want to eat anything.


Just drink warm water.


Carlson who was eating gracefully, looked at Ariella who did not touch her food.


"No eating?"


Ariella squinted her eyes at the table full of delicious food.


drink a sip of warm water. With a stubbornness said


"Not hungry"


"hmmmm??"


Carlson raised his eyebrows, apparently he did not believe the word Ariella said.


Ariella could not lie, then she said honestly.


"No eating, the dress follows the shape of the body, if I eat too much then my stomach will distend and make you ashamed, what should I do?"


Hearing these words Carlson smiled lightly and said firmly.


Ariella smiled and said


"Then what if when I get ugly and old, won't you take the trouble?"


Hearing those words Carlson was a little stunned. Then frowned, really like seriously thinking about it.


Become ugly and get old. Looking at Ariella who was smiling brightly, Carlson really had trouble imagining Ariella who became old and ugly.


"But what if you really get old and ugly, you don't answer that for so long, you really have a problem, don't you?"


Seeing Carlson who did not immediately answer , Ariella asked with a disappointed temple.


"No"


This time Carlson quickly gave an answer.


"I'm older than you, when you're older then I'll be older"


Carlson silently looked into Ariella's eyes and continued to say


" It's very good"


Very good, Carlson just said this, but Ariella understood the word.


When you're old it means that I'm old too, when we can depend on each other it's great.


Ariella smiled, her heart warmed up, she simply replied


"hmmm"


Since Ariella did not eat, Carlson soon finished her meal.


Take Ariella to a boutique.


After half an hour of travel, a car is parked in front of the villa that does not exist without anything.


This is a small villa with no neighbors around it.


In a crowded city like City X, there were rarely any buildings like this.


Villa with italian gotix design form, with lots of glass.


There is no name or logo of the boutique, if you look at it, no one will think if this is a clothing studio.


Ariella used to learn about design, although now she is no longer in the field because of her past, but design is her hobby, so she still looks at fashion.


The clothing studio in the city of X is always he noticed and remembered.


But this boutique he's never seen.


Now that he was standing in front of this villa, Carlson took his hand and pushed open the door of the villa.


When entering it, Ariella was surprised by the luxurious decorations in it.


He looked at Carlson nervously


, with a very luxurious decoration, the price of the dress here must be very expensive.


Carlson knew what Ariella was thinking, he clasped Ariella's hand and softly said


" It's okay, this place was opened by my friend "


Ariella was a little calmer and wanted to say something, but a bule girl in gotix style greeted her.


He may be 17-18 years old.


Looks like a very pretty doll.


first time bowing to Carlson.


Her posture was like a princess, not like a servant, smiling lali said.


"Mr Carlson, bonjour"


Carlson smiled without a word.


Ariella doesn't know what to do .


The girl turned around very politely .


Speaking with his foreign accent.


"Mrs Carlson,hallo"


Ariella smiled "Hallo"


The girl seemed to like Ariella who was smiling warmly.


"My name is Julie, today I'm going to take you to look at the clothes"


His tone was foreign, speaking stammeringly yet in a friendly smile.


After introducing herself, she led Carlson and Ariella into the room.


This room is very spacious with walls decorated with various famous paintings .not like a boutique, but more like a museum.