Substitute Mother

Chapters 103. Can’ See Clear No More

Jeanno did not reject him. Although the man was silent for a while as he and Aera stood in front of his room, saying the little guy wanted to sleep together in the main room. It took about three minutes for the man to shift his body, letting Judith and her daughter in.

“Mama why just stand?”

No wonder Aera asked that. Because after half an hour in Jeanno's room, all Judith did was pacing around like a confused person. It was as if the empty space next to Aera was a nail bed that hurt when she slept.

Jeanno, who was still focusing on mobile phones, then also gave attention to Judith when the princess asked. “Sleep next to Aera, baby. Aren't you tired of just standing around?”

May it?

Judith nodded stiffly. He took his steps to climb the bed, taking his place beside Aera. Honestly, it feels weird. This is the first time he has slept in Nayara's bed. Place ‘sakral’ that Jeanno always forbid anyone to take that place. If the empty space has been occupied by Judith, it means that the scent of Nayara's body will disappear? Does Jeanno really mind? Judith focused on the man who was still typing something on his phone. Jeanno's expression looks as usual, there is no gesture that indicates he is disturbed or uncomfortable. This made Judith sigh in relief.

For a moment.

Because his phone is vibrating, it shows a message from Jeanno. Just a short sentence, yet enough to slap him back to a painful fact. He will never replace Nayara.

J.A – busys

After Aera falls asleep, can you get out of my room?

J.A – busys

Fine, monsieur.

Luckily the light in the room was dim, so Jeanno could not catch a sad expression on Judith's face. Judith, as much as possible, hid her face on the large doll that Aera had brought. At least the doll helped her disguise a tear that she couldn't keep out. Eliminate all the beautiful shadows of life with Jeanno and Aera.

Realize Judith, you're just a surrogate mother. You're just a woman hired to replace a mother figure. You're just a woman contracted in exchange for a billion by a wealthy man heartbroken by an extraordinarily painful loss.

You're not Nayara. And will never replace Nayara.

Those thoughts sprung out uncontrollably, bringing his cries even more profusely. Judith had to smother her mouth so the stuffing wouldn't get out of there.

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Nayara never felt inferior about her appearance. True he does not have branded items attached to his body. It is true that he does not have many shoes that can be worn interchangeably. In fact, he only had two shoes. She wears it alternately every day. It is true that he does not have clothes designed by famous designers. All it has is a few pieces of simple clothes without brands, but still comfortable to wear. Nayara does not have expensive bags priced at hundreds of millions or even billions. All he had was one totebag and one shabby backpack he had worn since he was in High School. His hair is not the work of a famous stylist, but a touch of local shampoo he bought in the minimarket. No beauty clinic touched her face. Oh, don't forget he's just a scholarship student. Every day crammed into public transportation, struggling with pollution and sweat. All that is in Nayara is simplicity, because in fact the girl has almost nothing.

While Jeanno, Jeanno has everything. It was with all the perfection that made the girls fall in love with him. Jeanno is handsome, very handsome. Not inferior to top actors or famous models. His posture is high, with broad shoulders and level legs. His eyes, nose, and lips continued, forming the perfect face of that god-like being. The point is, everything Jeanno has is amazing. And the man was coupled with his mediocre self.*

“What do you think?”*

Nayara clasped Jeanno's hand on her cheek. Watching Jeanno's face lying on her thighs, is one of the beautiful sights that make Nayara's heart rustle. The girl shook her head while framing her lover's face with a finger sweep.*

“Why did I just realize that you were that handsome?”*

Jeanno chuckles. Eyes closed. Letting Nayara's fingers run down her face. “Aren't you in love with me because of this handsome face?”*

“Eum...” with eyes still closed, Jeanno raised his hand. Making gestures as if counting. “Five, or maybe seven. I forgot”*

“Or twelve”*

“Eh no, it looks like twenty-two”*

Nayara pinched Jeanno's nose hard until he groaned. “You're angry for being twenty-three?”*

The girl let go of the pinch, made the lover gasp and his nose flushed red. “I have no problem being the twenty-three, or the one with no problems. As long as I'm the last to Jeanno Alexander”*

Jeanno smiled, raising his head to steal a kiss on the pinkish roanum. “That's for sure. I guarantee you'll be Alexander”*'s mistress*

The man straightened his body to re-connect the salivary thread. The deeper the pagutannya, sipping sweet with each other. A sweet taste that has always been an opiate. Nayara is not good at kissing, but since knowing Jeanno who is good, she inevitably gets used to it. So low that sometimes makes Nayara almost forget the land. But before everyone crossed the line, Jeanno stopped. Ends himself giving a kiss of affection on Nayara's forehead.*

“I like every time you kiss my forehead”*

Jeanno chuckles. “I've never kissed a woman on the forehead. Just you, just you Nana.”*

*

Sometimes Judith feels it's good if she listens to Hannah and Renatta's advice first. Didn't take this deal just because of the lure of a billion dollars. What does that amount of money mean if he has to wake up to his own feelings? One time he felt special, but in the next second he was pushed into the abyss, dark and deep. No hand reached for him to help himself up.

It's at the base. Alone in the cold, dark and silent.

After Aera slumped, Judith was right to keep her promise to get out of Jeanno's room even though the man had fallen asleep. He did not want to face Jeanno's wrath in the morning when the man found him still asleep in his wife's bed.

So this is Judith, the silent pantry. Only accompanied by the clockwork clanking whose numbers creep towards the early hours. Accompanied by a can of apple juice from the refrigerator, Judith breathed for me a few times. As if it was capable of disposing of a disturbing disturbance. He hates being upset, he never gets upset, especially about men.

Jeanno Alexander is an exception. Her world had been turned upside down ever since she knew the man. Sometimes Judith wished she could turn back, becoming a Judith who knew no love. Return to being Judith who sees men as nothing more than a source of money.

Jeanno Alexander, the only man to give her both sweet and bitter simultaneously. But he couldn't hate that guy.

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