
After the cooking class was over Miki went straight out. When he was at the exit, from the door to the highway there were many men in black clothes with large bodies filled the streets. In the middle of the group of men in black clothes there was a stranger to Miki. That's right he's Mike.
What's the matter? why would he be here? And why did he bring so many bodyguards with him? Inner Miki.
Miki did not move in the slightest and remained silent in her place as she saw that there were many people in front of the exit. Mike who was a little away from him walked up to him with a charm that could not be rejected just like that when he saw it. No one is not attracted to him when he sees him walking like a prince. With a cold innate Mike managed to make Miki's eyes not stop staring at him.
Dag..dig. Miki's heartbeat.
What's wrong with me, why do I always get excited when I see him? Can't he not smile at me? God, why is he so perfect. Inner Miki.
Mike walked up to her until he stood right in front of Miki with his two glowing eyeballs he looked at Miki meaningfully, and his sexy lips lifted up like he wanted to say something to her. However, Mike stopped the movement of his lips and suddenly he stepped forward while pulling Miki's body into his arms.
“Be my woman.” Spoken on Mike's lips.
Miki was surprised by the words Mike said to her. What does it mean to say like that to Miki, no wind and no rain all of a sudden he said something very sensitive to Miki.
“What do you mean say like that?”
Miki pushed Mike's chest away from him. He also stepped back from his position, while Mike was confused by the reaction Miki showed him.
“Am I rejected?”
“Why are you saying that all of a sudden? I don't understand at all what you're saying?”
Engraved by a smile on Mike's face, he couldn't help but smile when he saw Miki's plain, confused face. Mike almost forgot if the woman in front of him was still innocent and so innocent.
I really can't bear to tease her, why she's so alluring with that little face of hers.I feel like I want to kiss her on every side of her face. Inner Mike.
“There's no time left, you're coming with me now.”
Mike pulls Miki's hand following her into his black sports car.
“Where are we going?” miki asked confusedly.
“We will go somewhere, wear seatbeltmu.”
Miki immediately put on her seatbelt after Mike asked her to wear it. After that he starts his car engine and leaves for the place where Mike wants to go with Miki.
Cit..cars stop abruptly. It's almost Miki's head on the windshield if she's not wearing her seatbelt.
Is he crazy? Why brake the car suddenly? I almost broke my head. Inner Miki.
After braking Mike suddenly got out of the car in a hurry. Miki who was still in the car could only look at the man in a daze because he had been so excited ever since.
“Come out now,” Mike opens the car door specifically for Miki.
Miki snuck out of the car. After exiting without giving Mike time, Miki immediately pulled Miki, but Miki pulled back her hand from Mike's grip because she was shocked when she saw the civilian office in front of her.
“Why do we come here?”
“To register a wedding,”
“Who's wedding?”
“Of course our wedding.”
“You're kidding ya?”
Miki stepped back a few steps, she was shocked at once in a panic. Miki flipped her body to escape from there right now, she didn't want to go in there.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Rome.”
“You can't go home before registering our marriage.”
Mike firmly gripped Miki's hand so as not to run away from her.
Rejection brings anger from within Mike, he does not accept Miki's rejection. With emotion Mike pulled Miki to be very close to him, right in front of him.
“Took into my eyes,”
Miki didn't follow what Mike told her. He threw his face in the other direction, as if he was showing rejection towards the man.However Miki would continue to try to oppose what Mike wants to do at the moment.
It's unfair, how could he want me to register a marriage with him. I look easy in his eyes. Inner Miki.
“Not polite, look at me now.” orders Mike.
“No want and never will.”
“Alright if you remain stubborn like this, let me make you obey me.”
Mike started taking his phone out of his pocket, he had a sly smile on his face. Then Mike turned on his phone screen and played a video he had watched a few hours ago.
“You see this,”
Mike shows the video to Miki, and Miki freezes and loses her words. Miki can't dwell in the slightest because what Mike shows her is a secret that is tightly closed in Miki's heart. However, the secret has been known by people who should not know about the secret.
How could he have this video? Inner Miki.
Miki moves her hand to snatch the phone from Mike's hand, but Mike learns of his intentions.
“Why? Do you want to erase the evidence that you love me?”
“Give me his phone,”
“No I'll give you.” Reject Mike.
Of course Miki wasn't going to give up so easily, he was trying to get that thing to erase all the evidence stored there. After the video was erased, the man in front of her could no longer force her to marry him.
When Mike was caught off guard Miki immediately snatched the object from his hand. He managed to delete the video, but Mike immediately stopped it by saying. “It's just that you deleted it, because I have a lot of copies.”
Of course you copied it, I was stupid and acting this reckless. Inner Miki.
Miki is forced to return the phone to Mike. “Take your phone,” Miki held out that thing to Mike.
“Why? Don't you want to delete it?”
“Whatever, I want to go home.”
Miki flipped her body and immediately stepped her foot away from Mike.
“Stop!”
Miki did not budge, she kept her feet away from Mike.
“I said stop!” the high tone of Mike's voice echoed in Miki's ears.
Miki stopped her footsteps and faced Mike back. “You can't force me!” he said and then turned his back and stepped his foot away from Mike.
You stubborn woman, she thought she could just get away from me. We'll see who wins this fight, whether you or I win. I think it's clear who will win it. Inner Mike.
With a faint smile Mike stepped his feet in pursuit of the fleeing Miki. “Catch him.” Mike's orders to his big bodyguard.
“Good Mr.”
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