Pursuing the Love of the Handsome

Be Professional

Intan walked towards the studio without caring about Dion's ramblings. The man sped up his steps in line with the woman who would be paired in the commercial.

"Until when is being sneaky like this," Glanced at Intan.

"It's none of your business that I use sneaky ways or not" he said.

"I think Arta Fashion hooked you because you're an achiever turns out you seduced and begged her. Very low!" syndicate Dion.

"What dream am I, why should I be paired with a man who usually destroys a woman's career" she quipped.

Dion held onto Intan's arm. "I never ruined your career!" clearly with firmness.

"Why are you guys still chatting?" Clarissa stopped the two human children.

"We'll get ready, Miss!" Dion lowered his gaze slightly.

"Hurry prepared!" clarissa's Word. "Personal business, finish outside Arta Fashion!" continued.

Intan and Dion hurried to change their clothes. Soon, the two were in front of the camera.

The photographer instructs the desired style. Clarissa sat down while observing a pair of Arta Fashion models.

Photographer to adjust the movements of Intan's body that does not seem to get a feeling from Dion.

Clarissa stood up from her chair. "I don't know about you two, but here try to be professional. Arta Fashion pays you dearly, don't make the company lose by your behavior!" his nag.

"I'm sorry, Miss!" Dion said while Intan chose silence.

"It's been an hour, but not a single photo is good!" grouse Clarissa.

Intan and Dion fell silent, both of them returning to their duties.

Clarissa until her frown because of a long time for shooting only. He then left the studio and told Hilman to monitor both models and workers.

Clarissa walked into her husband's room and herself with a tired face.

"Is the shooting done?"

"Not yet, I'm so tired. They're both very difficult to manage" he lamented.

"Rest," Devan approached his wife and led her on the sofa.

"I've had Hilman keep an eye on them" Clarissa said.

"Let them take care of it, you're here with me" Devan said.

"Yes, I know. But your current condition is not good."

"Why lately, I've been feeling tired a lot" Clarissa lamented.

"Maybe the work here is too heavy" Devan guessed.

"Not really, Van. I've never slept all night" he said.

"Have it, don't talk too much!" Devan threw his wife on the couch. "Tomorrow you at home" he suggested.

"I don't want to!" reject it.

"If you're still like this, how can you possibly work?"

"What if that woman teases you?"

"You take it back, don't blame him for teasing me" Devan said deliberately.

Clarissa hit her husband's arm. "So you want to turn away from me?" lips weaving.

Devan chuckled at his wife's jealous expression.

"If she dares to mess around, I'm not afraid to kick her off Arta Fashion!" Clarissa showed a fierce face.

"Are we going home? Looks like your energy will run out if you keep nagging, "suggested Devan.

"Yes, let's go home. I felt like I wanted to sleep in my room" Clarissa got up from the couch and stood on her husband's side.

"Do I need to sleep with you?" Devan smiled seductively.

"You want me to be scolded by Oma for making her grandson lazy to the office" Clarissa looked at her husband.

"Yes, I can't do that. Come on, let's take you home!" Devan clasped his wife's hand and then walked out of the room.

The king was waiting to approach his brother. "Rissa, where are you going?"

Clarissa and her husband turned towards Raya. "I want to go home!"

"But we haven't spoken yet" Raya said.

"Just talk at Oma's house" he asked.