The Devil's Dribble Husband

Chapter 38. Traumatized (2)

Ellard stood glued in front of the door. His net did not blink, admiring the earthly beauty that God created. His lips repeatedly amazed. While his heart was racing, it felt something different in his heart.

"Why are you so dumb?" said Arella who was wearing shoes. The blue-clad woman bowed slightly, and revealed a little of her sensitive part behind the safety cup.

"Nw ... Anu ... You are so different today" said Ellard, swallowing his saliva. Something starts to harden in there. His lips clenched tightly, impatiently wanting to taste the two chewy balls. "This is the angel spec man," he murmured softly.

"Why? My clothes are weird, aren't they? Did I change my clothes first?" reply Arella pretended innocent.

"No, kok. I mean you're really pretty. Prettier than usual" Ellard replied quickly.

"Cih, you pervert. You must be thinking weird, right? I told you I wouldn't have a special relationship with my business partner" Arella said.

"Yes, I understand, really. I will not do what I want, without your permission," said the man.

"God! No need to act like a gentleman, huh. Though it used to be possible to cooperate with an affair to kill his legitimate wife," Arella sneered inwardly.

"Come, go. Where do you want to eat? At the rooftop or the restaurant next door?" Ellard held Arella's hand casually. The woman let him go, even though her heart was disgusted.

"I don't want to eat there. I want to take you to a special place" Arella said spoiledly. "Quiet down. This time I will treat you," he continued.

"Oh, where to? It's nothing, really. Let me just buy. The time you keep paying," Ellard replied.

"Well, really? Thank you, yes. Let's just go. I'm showing you the way. You'll love the food" Arella said.

"Correct? Be careful if you lie. I'll ask you to buy dinner at a place of my choice" said E Ellard.

"Come, who's afraid?" avenged Arella accepted the man's challenge boldly.

...*** ...

Thirty minutes later. Ellard who was driving that luxury sedan car started to break out in cold sweat. Several times he braked suddenly because he was too nervous.

Indeed, the streets around it are quite steep and the left right is a ravine. But the road was wide and empty. As a person who has been used to driving a car in various difficult terrain, he should not be as nervous as that.

"Wine! Where's he taking me, anyway? Don't-don't the restaurant," Ellard thought to himself. His eyes back and forth glanced to the left, looking at the beautiful woman who was engrossed in playing HP.

Checkeiite! Ellard suddenly braked. His hands trembled strongly and his breath stupefied.

"What's up, baby?"

Arella fell asleep calling the man, like when they were still living together. Ellard thinks that Arella was intentional about teasing her.

"That's where Mr. Alex got in the accident, right?"

Ellard shuddered in horror as he went through a sharp bend that slightly collapsed on one side. The guardrail's broken.

The man remembered the tragic accident that cost the life of Anella's personal assistant first. The shape is no longer recognizable, when lifted from the bottom of the abyss. The car driven by the man also became a worthless iron carcass.

"Ellard?" whispered Arella again. He rubbed Ellard's back many times to calm the man down.

"Ah, nothing, really. I was just surprised, because suddenly I saw a cliff on the right. Understandably, I rarely cross this street," Ellard said with a smile.

"Uh, what am I? Don't be stupid, Ellard. That's just where Mr. Alex got in the accident. And it wasn't me who killed him," Ellard's inner self calmed.

Arella grinned wide. "Mampus you. If you still have a heart, you must feel traumatized when passing through this terrible place. Mr. Alex's spirit must be happy, seeing you scared like this" Arella laughed in his heart.

Ellard caught his breath, then slowly returned to running his car.

"Ah, I'm okay, really. Just a little surprised." The man took turns driving with a woman. He then pressed the gas firmly, then continued on.

Ten minutes later, Ellard's nightmare came true. Arella actually takes her, to the restaurant where she and Anella celebrate the anniversary for the last time.

...***...

"Ellard, just shut up? What do you want to order? If I want this message, yes," Arella said while pointing to some menu, which Ellard had chosen for Anella.

"I-i ..." Ellard was back.

"Duh, my mind was in a mess thinking about what happened that night. The officers here don't recognize me, do they? Arella is not Anella. Let's focus." Ellard tried to wake himself up.

"Hm, is my food menu too expensive, huh? Then I'll change the menu, huh." Because Ellard never ordered food, Arella also tried to attract the attention of the man.

"Duh, no. It's okay you ordered that. I was just confused about choosing the menu," Ellard replied. "It looks good, huh." The man also tried the best seller middle east menu there.

"OKAY. While waiting for the order to come, I want to talk about the main purpose of our meeting." After the servants who recorded their messages left, Arella immediately put on a serious face.

"Is there a problem with our project?" ask Ellard worriedly.

"No, kok. I just want to give you this." Arella took out a piece of paper and thrust it in front of Ellard.

"What's this?" Ellard's two eyes were rounded, looking at the black inked writing on the paper.

"According to the agreement listed on the contract letter, I gave you the capital to renovate Lilith's cake shop. Yesterday you asked for renovations to be handed over to you, right?" arella.

"Are you serious? Renovating a cake shop with this kind of money?" ask Ellard in disbelief.

"Yes. Wh why? Less, huh?" reply Arella again.

"Crazy at this. She plain or what? The time he did not know, how much would it cost to renovate such a store?" ellard murmured in the heart. She still couldn't believe it, Arella gave a check of nearly a billion for the renovation costs of Lilith's cake shop.

Arella shifted her chair, then sat down near Ellard. He held the man's hand gently.

"Sorry, yeah. The budget I had for the renovation was just that. So you have to use it well, so that the selling value of our cake shop can be suitable for the upper class. If the funds are less, I can not add it again," said the woman.

"Oh, I will definitely manage this fund well," Ellard said quickly. "This is more than enough. I can make a splash with this money" Ellard thought.

"Goodoo. I wait for the results of the renovation in two weeks, then we launch the store invited the governor and some of my fellow artists" Arella replied happily.

"Well, great idea, huh," replied the man.

"But there is one condition before you take this money," whispered Arella spoiled.

"What conditions?" Ellard's heart rate is irregular, as Arella sticks spoiled to her.

"Don't tell your wife that I gave her this amount of money. It's nothing, I have a little doubt about her nature" Arella said.

"Oh, I get it. He's a bit extravagant. I will definitely be careful and report the use of this money to you" Ellard said.

"Huh! Without being told, I wouldn't tell him. Because this is my hard-working money. I'll use it alone," inner Ellard greedily.

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