Sweet Scandals

Ch. 24

Early in the morning Irene had woken up and prepared breakfast for Axelle. As usual, after finishing her breakfast faster, Irene rushed to the room. Get ready for new activities.

Axelle exited the room and went to the dining table. I think breakfast is available. Axelle goes to the kitchen to fetch cold water in the refrigerator. For a moment his gaze was fixed on the paper attached to the refrigerator door. A second later, his hand was moved to remove the paper and throw it into the trash. For him, there were no more rules to abide by.

Axelle's back at the dinner table. Started breakfast alone. Today, Axelle asked permission not to shoot. Because his face is bruised that will not be unsightly especially in front of the camera.

Finished breakfast, Axelle sauntered into the living room. He turned on the TV even though he didn't watch it. He sat on his feet while reading a movie script.

Across the street, Irene stepped slowly with her face down staring at the phone screen. Irene looked good this morning. Instantly raises Axelle's curiosity.

"Where are you going?" Axelle asked suddenly. Making Irene instantly stop her steps. Then take your eyes off.

"There's a business for a minute." Irene answered briefly. Then back waltzing, passing Axelle just like that without looking again.

Axelle's upset. He got up from his seat, following Irene's steps.

"Wait." Axelle blocks Irene's arm. Irene's automatic steps stopped. Then turn around, face Axelle.

"I'm sorry, I forgot. Mr. Axe, I'm asking permission to go out for a moment. I have important business." Irene said as if she was teasing Axelle.

"Don't call me that."

"Aren't you asking yourself?"

"I was just kidding. You haven't answered my question, where are you going?"

"To Olive Galery."

"Would you go there?"

"Yes work. Time to steal."

"Work?" Axelle. Makes Irene wrong. Irene hasn't told Axelle about her new job.

"What kind of work can you get in that gallery." Axelle said lightly.

"Cleaning Services. Why why?" Irene felt challenged. It was as if Axelle was underestimating him.

"You forgot you were my wife? Why work as a Cleaning Service."

"You forgot, too, if we're just pretending? I also need living expenses. I'm used to meeting my own needs. Without asking for ."

Axelle was silent for a moment. Actually, he realized, he had no right to manage Irene's life. However, somehow this play seemed real to him. Even unconsciously, her little heart asked, this relationship was not a charade. Slowly, he gets used to the presence of Irene in his life.

At a glance, the shadow of last night's events crossed his mind. Axelle threw a glance. Trying to cast away that shadow. I don't know why temptation always comes. He is a normal man who also needs the impingement of desire. However, the feeling he was now beginning to feel, a little confused him.

Between love and lust. He must sort. Honestly, he needs an impingement to channel his desires. And that's how fast he fell in love with another woman? Honestly, he was confused sorting out these feelings.

"Tap_but ... I can meet your needs. It was a deal when we did this charade."

"But there's no black deal over white right? We do this because of mutual benefit. There's no agreement whatsoever, other than to do each other's duty well."

"Why are you being so chatty?"

"A_what? I'm chatty?" Yes yes too. Why is Irene even babbling like this. How did Irene feel after last night?

"I'll drive you." Fresh Axelle.

"no need. I can take a taxi. You have to shoot, right? I just don't want to bother you."

"But, Ren. Me_" Axelle didn't finish her sentence. For the first time he mentioned Irene's name in addition to the Deceiver.

Irene was silent for a moment. Looked at Axelle closely. There was a sense of joy in his heart when he heard his name called. But he tried not to show it.

"I can't let you work as a Cleaning Service. If a reporter sees you, what? You want to humiliate me as your husband?" Kill Axelle. But there's a point, too. The wife of a ngetop artist works as Cleaning Service. One job that even others consider inferior.

"Just calm. I will be careful that no one will recognize me. Hm? Don't worry, I can take care of myself. Then I'll go to work first. Good morning Mr. Axe. Excuse me." Irene sauntered without caring about Axelle's face that changed drastically.

Axelle's upset. But can't do anything. How could Irene ignore her anxiety like that. The girl didn't even care about her pride.

"****!" Umpatnya.

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Today is the second day Irene has taken a photo shoot for the Brand Olive catalog collection. Irene is quite quick in learning new things. Seemed from his flexibility in posing. Just yesterday Shelly taught him, and now he seems to be proficient in style.

Across the street, Olivia and Shelly notice him.

"We're probably going to use Irene as our brand model for quite a long time. I like that girl." Olivia said with a focused look at Irene. For some reason, he seemed to be able to see the shadow of his daughter in Irene.

"Yet. How do you know about that?"

"Today he called me. He knows we're gonna launch the latest catalog."

"Then what does he want? The woman won't come back if nothing pushes her."

"He asked if he could still renew his contract with us."

"can't. Tell him there's someone in his place." Then Olive moved out of the shooting room.

Irene still poses in front of the camera. Suddenly, his gaze accidentally struck a man standing in the doorway with a black hat, sunglasses, and mask covering his face.

The man now took a seat in one of the available chairs in the room. Irene was still watching him until she lost a bit of her concentration. His forehead shriveled, as if recognizing the figure of the man.

"We'll rest for a while." Excited the photographer.

Irene came over to Shelly. Yet occasionally his eyes glanced towards the mysterious man.

"Yeah ... You're getting better, Ren. You learn fast. It was just yesterday." Praise Shelly. Makes Irene shy.

"Thank you so much, Miss Shelly. It's also thanks to Miss Shelly who always helps me."

"Don't call 'Bu' dong. I don't think our age is much different. Call Shelly, or you can call me Sister Shelly."

"Not really. More polite than to mention names directly."

"You can just. Oh yes, the next session you have to change clothes. But you better rest first. Then I'll stay first, okay?" Shelly went away.

Irene still glanced at the mysterious man. Seemed calm, sitting on my feet and folding hands in front of my chest. Irene didn't know where the man looked. Because it's covered in sunglasses.

Irene left the room. But in the doorway, suddenly someone pulled his wrist strong. Until his steps stopped. The hand that pulled his wrist was now embracing his naughty waist.

Irene was shocked. His hand was about to slap the man. But quickly, the man stopped his hand.

"Don't be rude? I can break all those bones." Threatening Irene fearless.

The man let go of his hand. Then he opened his mask and sunglasses.

Irene was shocked. "You?"

Axelle smiled, "you're so beautiful." Praise Axelle without being awkward anymore.

"What are you doing here?"

"In addition to being good at deceiving it turns out you are also good at lying. You said you were here as Cleaning Service. But in fact, you are a model. Why lie to me?" Lecar Axelle.

"Who are you? Why do I have to tell you everything I do?"

"I'm your husband."

"Not."

"But everyone knows, we're husband and wife."

"Never wish this were real."

Slowly, Irene let go of Axelle's embrace on her waist. But unfortunately, his strength was not strong enough. Because Axelle was holding him tight. Even with both hands.

Irene was upset. Axelle is acting up. Axelle seemed to have forgotten their status was just a play.

"Please let go of Mr. Axe. It's less ethical, there's a lot of people here." Pinta Irene.

"Don't call me Sir."

"You asked for it yourself."

"Forget it. I was just kidding around that time."

"Yes, okay. But please let me go first."

"Promise first."

"What promise?"

"Promise, from now on, don't lie to me. Wherever you go, you have to tell me."

"Sir, aren't we_" Irene's sentence was interrupted. Because suddenly Axelle clenched his lips without excuse. Axelle doesn't care about the surroundings. Until the people who are still in the room were wide open to see unusual scenery presented free of charge.

TB