The Love Trap of the Ruler.

The Love Trap of the Ruler.
Chapters 193. Dating before marriage.



“Good afternoon, Commander,” said Arnold who suddenly appeared there. Xavier and Graciella who had spoken quite seriously looked directly at Arnold who was asked by Xavier to meet him at home immediately if he had finished what was asked by Xavier.


“Ya?” answer Xavier.


“I've taken care of all the files for your wedding. All of them have been accepted by the marriage registry. They've scheduled your wedding listing tomorrow,” Arnold said with a fluffy smile. I am happy that his master will finally get married again.


“Alright, thank you,” said Xavier.


“Sama-sama Commander,” Arnold said giving a little greeting before he went retreat from there.


Xavier immediately looked at Graceilla who was in front of him. Looking at Graciella who was looking at him in disbelief but with slightly curved lips upwards.


“Why?” xavier asked to look at Graciella's face like that.


“Quick too. It didn't seem so fast,” said Graciella.


“Ehm? You still remember your old wedding,” asked Xavier with wavy eyebrows. It made Graciella laugh.


“Truly Mr. Jealous,” said Graciella pinched the nose of her future husband who was still looking at her with a suspicious face.


“Then, the one you married wasn't a general. Who would dare delay the marriage of a general?” said Xavier who looked a little haughty which made Graciella again frown her forehead.


“Yes, alright Mr. General. But, in retrospect, you never even asked me out. You never said you loved me, either? You also asked me to marry just from a phone call? That's how a general asked to marry a woman?” ask Graciella. Suddenly they're getting married tomorrow.


“Then?"


"Huh, really insensitive. At least ask me out once before I marry you. I told you, you never even said that you liked me or loved me. Then tomorrow we're suddenly married. Isn't it weird?” ask Graciella.  He is almost three heads. But that doesn't mean he doesn't want a sweet date with someone he loves, does it?


“You'd rather be on a date than be married?” xavier asked again, frowning, looking at Graciella who was a little upset.


“Yes, not so. Who doesn't like to get married. But .. Yes it is, you are indeed too rigid Mr. General, Hah!” said Graciella who left Xavier. He should have known how Xavier was. Expect her to act a little sweet like the hump that misses the moon.  Xavier was silent as Graciella was leaving.


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Graciella and Monica who saw Xavier immediately seemed amazed as well as looking at him confused. Graciella is shocked to see Xavier looking so neat with his white shirt and his creampie pants. Of course it looks so handsome. Graciella so just staring at the man confused, want lunch alone should be so neat?


“Eh? lunch?” graciella asked in disbelief. Xavier simply nodded while fixing the tip of his white shirt. The white shirt was very suitable to be seen attached to his body. His sturdy body and skin that was not too white but clean was really good using that color. It seemed to exude more of an aura of good looks.


Monica also seemed to be in disbelief seeing Xavier's appearance. It's not like he never saw his son look good. It was just that this time he actually looked even more handsome than usual. It's probably been too long since I've seen her son this close. He was also quite impressed by the appearance of his son.


“You should be wearing those clothes tomorrow when you get married. Uh! My granddaughter is so handsome! Graciella, let's change your clothes quickly, don't lose to Xavier,” said Liliana who came out of nowhere. He also looked amazed by Xavier's current appearance. Monica immediately patted Graciella's thigh gently. As if giving a sign so that he quickly did what Liliana asked.


“Oh, yes alright. Wait a minute,” said Graciella.


Graciella immediately left the living room. It was still strange to see Xavier's appearance until several times he saw the man. Graciella immediately went inside her room. Trying to find a suitable suit to use by him to keep up with Xavier. Damn it, he doesn't have any matching clothes. He had just moved here and was just carrying his makeshift clothes. You could even say he had no clothes at all.


Graciella was just trying to match her clothes to no more than five pieces. Graciella threw her body into the bed. Confused what to use, why not a single dress brought by him. What is lunch for in a dress?


There was a knock at the door shortly. Graciella lazily stood up and immediately opened the door of her room. Seeing that tall figure was already in front of his room. Xavier frowned looking at Graciella who had not prepared at all.


“Why not ready?” xavier's heavy voice sounded. Standing this close to Xavier allowed Graciella to smell a soothing woody scent.


“Why suddenly invite to eat with clothes like this? Why not say it?” ask Graciella upset. Standing next to Xavier in the clothes he had here would definitely make everyone think he was just a maid.


“Aren't you the one who said you wanted a date? I asked you out,” Xavier said innocently.


“Eh? not just lunch? Then a time like this invites a woman on a date?” graciella asked again in no way. Now she was really confused about what to wear, no wind no rain, suddenly just ask her out on a date.


“We had lunch first, after that just went on a date. Just wear clothes that are comfortable for you, I just don't usually use shirts to use this outfit,” Xavier said again. Why is it harder to ask a woman out than to plan an ambush. There are so many rules.


“Yes, but you should have told me the day before or given me enough time to prepare, not rushed like this,”.


“Less than sixteen hours we will be married. Eight hours before we go to rest. It's not like you want a date before the wedding. How can it if it is not sudden like this?” tanya Xavier was completely confused guessing what Graciella wanted to do.


Graciella grunts. He's confused too. He asked for her who was excited about this. Uh! There's no way she could borrow clothes from her future mother-in-law, especially with Liliana.  Graciella sat back to look at her almost entirely empty closet.