Sweet Scandals

Ch. 10

"Honey ... What are you doing there?"

Axelle's gaze was still unshakeable. Even Clarissa's voice, which still called out to him, was no longer heard by him. Until finally, Clarissa herself ended her call.

"Axelle." Call Zaky.

Axelle also nodded. Suddenly wrong behavior. Hurriedly turning his eyes to any place. In order to avoid Irene's gaze now fixed on him.

Axelle's nervous?

Sure oes. Because, it is unexpected, the girl who will play with him is beautiful. Never before had Axelle been nervous to see a woman. Even when faced with a beautiful artist who will compete acting with him, he is not even this nervous.

"Where's Axelle? Does this dress fit? Or want to see another dress?" Ask Olivia.

Axelle seemed to swallow the saliva, "That's all. I want that one."

"alright. Shelby ... You accompany this lady in changing her clothes."

"Okay, Miss Olive." Shelly's obeying will tell her superiors.

Irene went back into the fitting room with Shelly.

"After this we go to the office. We have something to discuss." Said Zaky later.

While exhaling deeply, Axelle sat back in her place. Take the phone for a moment. Clarissa's call is over. And switch with a chat message from the same person.

Soon I'll come see you. I'll try to make time for you. Wait for me Honey.

That's the message from Clarissa.

Axelle breathed heavily again. While frowning his forehead that feels starting to twitch.

Waduh, how is this? Soon Clarissa will know the news of her wedding. It's just that Clarissa is busy right now. Maybe even too busy. Until news of Axelle's wedding Clarissa did not know it. If Clarissa suddenly came, what would she do? But hopefully Clarissa can understand the situation.

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"Please record whatever you want." Zaky said as his hand stretched out, putting a blank sheet of paper and pen in the middle of the table. Right in front of Axelle and Irene who were sitting opposite each other, separated only by a sofa table in Zaky's private room.

"What does this mean?" Axelle asked with a squeak on her forehead.

"Just write what you want. Think of it as a rule you shouldn't break when you live together later."

"What's? Ti_stay together?" Irene even glared.

Nah, right? What Irene feared happened as well. This play will take him under one roof with the perverted man.

Oh god!

Really funny. How can a virgin live together under one roof with a foreign man?

What if suddenly the man ...

Hiii ... Irene even shuddered in horror at imagining it. And Irene's expression that seemed to see a ghost in front of her, made Axelle a little disturbed.

"Why is your reaction like that? Do you think I'm a creepy creature?" Axelle's frown is upset.

Irene pulled the corner of her lips while looking at Axelle's annoyance.

"Bc ... Amit-amit. You shitty guy. What does he think he's that cool?" Irene's fizzle.

"All right, if you don't want to. I won't force it either." Zaky. He stretched out his hand and took back the paper and the pen.

"wait. I have rules that cannot be broken. Otherwise, the consequences could be fatal." Looking at Irene.

"It's all because of you, too." Lirih Irene grumbled. Without opening her mouth wide, so that it is not heard by Axelle.

"What did you say?" Irene's words could be heard in Axelle's ears. Although shrieked, but Axelle could still catch the sentence.

"This is just in case. So that there will be no problems between the two of you. But, if you don't want to, that's okay. As long as you can maintain each other's privacy. Because after this, you'll be living together at your house, Axelle. And this goes on until this charade ends." Clearly Zaky. For Axelle and Irene to understand the point.

Axelle took the paper and pen. Then start writing point by point on that white paper. A few minutes later Axelle was done.

It's Irene's turn. Before writing down her part, she read point by point Axelle wrote to her to obey.

Axelle as Host:

- You are not allowed to enter the host's private room.

- You are not allowed to use the host's personal belongings.

you are not allowed to bring a friend home.

- You are not allowed to leave the house without the permission of the host.

you cannot eat at a table with the host.

- You are required to do homework.

And many more other points. Irene to gawk at reading every point. There are so many rules that he has to follow.

Dan, what is that?

A guest? The man considers Irene a guest at his house later? Ih, how arrogant he is. But there's a point, too. Irene was just a guest to him.

"It's your turn now." Tell Axelle haughty.

A little worried, Irene did not know what to write. But finally, Irene only wrote down one point that Axelle must obey as the host.

Irene as Guest:

- The master of the house must not interfere in all the affairs of his Guest.

"That's all?" Ask Axelle in wonder.

Irene nodded, "Yes, that's all."

"Yes already." While leaning his back. Then fold both hands in front of the chest while lifting his right leg resting on the knee of his left leg.

"For a while just this first."

"All right then. Today was so tiring, I needed a break." Axelle got up from her seat and rushed out of Zaky's room.

Feeling that she had no business anymore, Irene got up from her seat. Then walk towards the door. Irene was about to turn the door handle, when suddenly Zaky's voice stopped her.

"Irene."

Irene couldn't turn the door handle. Then he turned around.

"Yes, Sir?"

Zaky smiled as she approached Irene slowly. This handsome guy always seems friendly. In contrast to Axelle who is arrogant, arrogant, judes, annoying, and many more. Until Irene felt not at home lingering near Axelle.

"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this situation." Zaky said kindly, softly, until Irene was a little comfortable.

"It's okay, sir. You already know why I'm willing to do this charade."

That's what makes Zaky so bad. It might even feel guilty, for already dragging the innocent girl in a situation that could be said to be difficult. But how else, this situation is unconsciously even beneficial for both. Axelle's reputation is saved, and Irene is free from her troubles. The home was saved thanks to Axelle and Zaky. It's reality.

"If you have a problem, or you're in trouble, you can ask me for help. Whatever your problem is, I'll be willing to help."

"Thank you, Sir. But now I have to go. I have to find another job. Anyway, I need living expenses."

"For that matter, Axelle is willing to finance your needs. And as for the matter of the parlor, we've decided we're going to be regular donors."

"Father doesn't have to bother. There are many people around who sincerely give their help."

Zaky chuckled at Irene's innocent speech. However, he could not cover his admiration for the girl.

"I salute you."

"What?" Zaky's words were almost inaudible to him. Because so softly the man said it.

"Actually, the rules don't really matter. Axelle's a person who can maintain privacy. That's why, he just lives alone. No driver, no helpers. I made it just to help you. Who knows maybe it could be useful later."

"Thank you, sir." As she broke down her sweet smile.

Zaky. Irene's sweet smile stupefied him, while continuing to stare at the pretty face. Since the first time we met, Zaky somehow felt something strange in him. Smooth vibration, until the strange thump often comes to whack his heart. To make him confused. Never had he felt like this before.

"Then, excuse me sir" Pamit Irene later said. And restore Zaky's consciousness instantly.

"Oh, yes, please."

With a quick movement, Irene turned around. Then rushed out of the room. Leaving Zaky still in his place, with a glittering smile that involuntarily puffed up just like that.

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Somewhere else.

Olivia was sitting behind her desk. The pretty shadow of Irene while wearing her draft wedding dress, still loomed over her mind.

For some reason, since the first time he saw her, Olivia felt a strange vibration inside her. The girl reminded him of someone.

Olive exhaled a long breath. Then lower his sight. His right hand began to stretch out, opening the desk drawer. He took a picture from that drawer. He wiped the photo with a tear that had involuntarily fallen from his eye patch. A picture of a cute little girl and a beautiful beauty.

"Nadine's." As soon as he was gone, the name came back from his lips.

It's been 22 years since Olivia lost her only life. From then on, Olivia loses her life expectancy, loses her spirit. Because that is what makes Olivia end her household without parental blessing.

The loss of Nadine makes Olivia lose hope to continue to maintain her household. Nadine is the most valuable person in her life. The princess just the wayang.

Olivia is drowning in her daydreams. Until finally, the sound of the door breaking open also scattered his daydream.

Cclek

From the open door, Shelly came with a map in her hand. He placed the map carefully in front of Olivia.

"This is the file that Ms. Olive has to sign." Shelly.

Olive took out a pen, and began to put her signature on it.

"Axelle's future wife is so pretty huh? Reportedly, she was just an ordinary girl. Not from celebrities like Axelle." Said Shelly later.

"I already know. The story went viral, right?" Then put the map back into Shelly's hands. Shelly grabs the map from Olivia's hand.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Ask Olivia.

"Actually ... I doubt whether Ms. Olive agrees or not."

"About what?"

"I think his future wife Axelle is very suitable to be our model this year. As my suggestion yesterday to use female models from ordinary people. Not a professional artist or model like Clarissa. Maybe this will be a new breakthrough for our brand. Moreover, people already know who Axelle's future wife is."

Olivia seemed to think for a moment. Digesting Shelly's long explanation.

"And as for the couple's product, I think they both fit as models." Shelly added.

This time Olivia nodded her head. Signs agree with Shelly's proposal.

"Your idea is good." Praise Olivia.

"really? Does Miss Olive agree?"

"Why not?" Olivia developed her smile. Shelly was excited.

"Thank you very much, Miss Olive. Then, excuse me first." Shelly walked out of the room happily.

Same with Olivia. I don't know why his heart was suddenly happy. It was as if his yearning for so many years would be cured. Olivia took a picture of the little girl. With a smile that was still expanding, he looked at the photo carefully. While mumbling,

"Why, I wish you were Nadine."

TB