The Love of the Stepchild

CHAPTER 34. You are ugly when you cry.

"Of! Release Om!" The Empress rebelled as her hand was firmly blocked by Roy. It is now standing.

"Maharani ashamed! This is where the party is seen by many people" he said half whispered but full of emphasis in the ears of the Maharani.

Maharani immediately murmured resentfully at Roy's words, not liking him at all, instead feeling Roy was defending Zelea rather than his own nephew.

Roy slowly took off Maharani's wrist, turned his head towards Zelea, now the woman was standing next to him was tidying her hair that was disheveled the results of the snapping.

The party that had been tense was now back in control again, the invited guests again enjoyed the party again.

Roy holds Zelea's shoulder, which instantly stops her hair-raising activities. "I'm sorry my niece, who made you uncomfortable at this party."

Roy spoke apologetically, Zelea smiled a sign no problem, in front of Roy should be nice right? Because the man in front of him is so meritorious in his company.

Maharani hated seeing Zelea's smile.

Basic cheesy! Hardness in the heart.

Of course Roy also has to be polite to Zelea, he also knows that Zelea is part of the family of Alexa, who is currently a business friend.

"You want to go home now? Did you get in your own car or take a taxi? Or will I have my driver?" Roy's row of questions that immediately made Zelea shake the head of the sign did not need to be delivered, also immediately made the Empress increasingly inflamed with anger.

"I took a taxi, thanks no-,"

"Basar cheesy girl!"

Bruk!

The Empress cut Zelea's words while pushing Zelea's body to the ground again.

"Maharani!" snapped Roy could hardly believe seeing the actions of the Maharani so rude.

"Basic cheesy! Get out of here!" maki Maharani again, not afraid of Roy.

But it seemed Zelea was hard to get up, her back hurt and crumpled, several times when she wanted to wake up had to grimace in pain and collapse back to the floor.

Roy felt sorry for seeing Zelea.

Roy stared intently at the Maharani. "Your conscience is outrageous!" he snapped before he finally wanted to approach Zelea planning to help the woman.

But suddenly a man came directly to hold Zelea's body, making Roy undo his intentions and can only be silent fixated.

Zelea did not refuse as the new man brought his hand to draping around the man's neck, still staring fixedly at the man's face as he lifted his body in bridal style.

Zelea continued to stare at the man's face from inside the hotel until he exited the hotel's ballroom door and was currently walking into the courtyard towards the parked car.

The man sat Zelea in the front seat, and when the man lowered his head to put a seatbelt on her waist, she could smell the perfume that was instantly soothing.

But a second later Zelea shook her head, expelling the comfortable feeling that momentarily came.

Until finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after the person closed the car door, but his eyes still pay attention to the person who is currently walking around the car and entering through the door next to the right driver.

The car was not yet running, the man was sitting leaning back but there was a sound of heavy breathing.

Zelea looked out, didn't want to open her voice, or just asked why to pick her up? Because he still feels his body that hurts all.

But the eyes did not want to be invited to compromise, suddenly it was hot and Zelea cried sobbing.

"Why crying?" The man scraped the distance closer and for a second then hugged Zelea as his hands tidied up Zelea's hair.

A push he shouldn't have done, but somehow did.

After Zelea's hair was tidy, the man distanced himself from sitting in the steering chair as before. "Sorry, I don't mean anything."

"Road! Why even neaten my hair," Zelea murmured.

"So your hair's a mess."

"Keep what if my hair is a mess!" Zelea was upset.

The car is not running.

The man let out a long sigh, his mind was stringing together words that Zelea could accept.

Finally choose a sentence that makes sense, although less sure. "If later you get out of the car still with messy hair, the security guard at home can misunderstand what I think you are."

Zelea turned a lazy eyeball, hearing the absurd explanation she thought Zeon had thrown.

It was strange to mutter.

Not long after the car engine was turned on and the car drove.

It turned out that the comfortable situation while driving could not get Zeon, after the car went home, almost all the way Zelea cried sobbing.

Zelea was heartbroken to remember the Empress's words, Zelea remembered her life until she was here all because of revenge, and his heartache began when Nofal kissed Maharani's lips on the night of the masquerade party at the Maharani party.

Cheap lady.

The words that the Empress spoke were painful. Zelea kept crying.

Zeon finally chose to pull over his car, giving Zelea a tissue.

"Stop crying, you're ugly when you cry."

"Shut up! I'm sad hiks hyks."

Hah again sad alone can still be fierce, inner Zeon.

Despite cursing at Zeon, Zelea received Zeon's tissue, and began to wipe away her tears.

Zeon no longer bothered Zelea, waiting for Zelea to calm down, Zeon lowered the windshield, and at night the cool air hit his handsome face and got into the car.

Zelea could even feel the coolness of the incoming wind.

"Why was it opened?"

Zeon looked back at Zelea. "Not crying yet."

Zelea scowls. "What the hell!" Throwing a tissue at Zeon.

"Holy hut, it's night!" continue saying.

Zeon pulled the corner of his lips slightly, and closed the glass back, returning his car.

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Arriving at the mansion, Zelea directly got out of the car, after the car stopped.

Zelea entered the mansion first, while Zeon was still seen talking briefly with the security.

Turns out handing over the car keys so that the car is parked by security.

Zeon followed into the mansion, arriving in the living room as he climbed the stairs, his eyes looking at Zelea who had just closed the door.

While walking up the stairs, Zeon recalled the interaction that had just taken place between himself and Zelea.

Something that shouldn't happen.

Zeon shook his head.

Remember Zeon she's your stepmother she's your father's wife, so Zeon's headband reminds me.

Zeon arrived on the third floor, pausing at his father's doorstep, before walking five more steps to open his own door.

In the room Zeon dropped his body on the bed.

Still remembering her father's orders asking her to pick up Zelea.

Until finally his eyes widened when he arrived there found Zelea was not treated well, making his heart angry.