Pursuing the Love of the Handsome

Clarissa Jealousy

Today Clarissa works at Arta Fashion, she began to reduce her work schedule in the entertainment world due to her husband's request.

The two walked into a room specially made for the two of them. Again also at the wishes of Devan Artama.

Intan walked over to approach the two, "Master!"

The two turned their heads towards Intan and only Clarissa smiled.

"I want to give this to Mr. Devan!" Intan is giving a paper bag containing food.

Clarissa grabbed him and smiled, she circulated her gaze. "Mahilman!" call him.

"Dear me first, yes!" pamit Devan to his wife to his room.

"Yes," Clarissa replied with a warm smile.

"What's up, Miss?" Hilman.

"Have you had breakfast?" Clarissa looked at her husband's secretary.

"Already, Miss!" the answer.

"It's no food, give it to the security guards if they don't want to. You can give it to the cat" Clarissa offered the food.

"Miss, I'm tired of cooking food for the President. Why give it to someone else?" Intan protested because the food was not given to Devan.

"My husband doesn't need your homemade food" Clarissa emphasized her words. "I can cook for him, even if I don't have time for a chef we pay to cook!" continued again.

"But I made it as a thank you because the President invited me to join Arta Fashion" Intan gave an excuse.

Clarissa chuckled, "You don't want to tease her, do you?"

Jamb...

"I remind you, you're not my husband's chef here. You work for Arta Fashion not for my husband!" Speak firmly. "So, be professional. If you don't want your career ruined!" continued.

Intan hardened his jaw, he stared irritatedly at the face of the President's wife.

"Go!" Clarissa stared coldly.

Intan turned her body and walked towards the studio with a disappointed heart.

Clarissa walked into the room of hers and her husband. His face looked bent and sour. He sits in his work chair.

"Why is your face pouting?" Devan approaches his manyun wife.

"Intan seems to like you" replied Clarissa ketus.

"Just let him like me" Devan said casually.

Devan laughed at her husband's question. "Are you jealous?"

"Yes, I'm jealous. There's another woman who likes my husband!"

"He deserves to like anybody, why do you have to be angry?"

Clarissa stood up from her seat and ruffled her waist to face her husband. "So you want to respond to her feelings?"

"Does your husband look like a cheap man?" Devan looked at his wife's upset face.

Clarissa shook her head.

"You took a long time to conquer my heart" Devan cooed his wife's nose.

"And you're finally gone too!" chirps Clarissa. "What if he's trying desperately to chase you and you're out of whack too?"

Devan chuckles at Clarissa's question.

"Why laugh? She blatantly cooked a special meal for you, even though I as your wife worked here as well. What if I'm not with you? She must have dared to approach you," Clarissa blabbed.

"So, what should I do?" Look at his wife's face with a smile.

"Find the replacement!"

"You know, it's hard to find a replacement model."

"But she dared to tease you," Clarissa blurted her lips.

Devan hugged his wife's body tightly and then kissed her head. "Only you are in my heart, I will not break the sacred promise of our marriage!"

"What if she dares like that again?" Clarissa looked up at her husband's face.

"It's just that there are my bodyguards here every day!" Devan laughed a little.

"We're not always together here. Who will the kids take care of?"

"You take it easy, the contract is over. She will also no longer be in Arta Fashion."

"Well, Intan or any woman, don't you ever be tempted 'yes?"

"Yes, I promise."

"They don't know that I'm having a hard time chasing this handsome guy's love" Clarissa smiled sweetly.

Devan tightened his embrace. "I love you, my wife!"