The Mafia's Only Heir

Section 11

The day Abel hated came. Demian has made a full recovery and this is the first time she has received a photo shoot for a magazine. Forced. Abel accompanied Demian as a bodyguard, at Demian's own request.

Abel deliberately linger to wear makeup so that Demian feels annoyed at him.

"Hey Miss. I can be late to wait for you to get dressed up." Demian stared lazily at Abel who was still busy polishing his face. His face looked furious, with a rough wasted breath.

"I have to look perfect, so as not to be ashamed of being next to a top artist." Let's just get pissed. So that he regretted hiring me to be his bodyguard.

Nah!

Nah!

Nah!

The sound of shoes and floors clashing indicates if Demian tried to wait patiently for Abel to finish dressing up. But his bad emotions made him unable to resist the curse.

"God's sickening! So long!!" He said again and again.

"See who hired me!!" Abel stood up while reaching for his small bag. Demian quickly approached and put down the bag." Hey what is this!!" Abel's protest looked up at Demian.

"You're just a bodyguard. So why carry such an expensive bag?"

"I'm used to this style."

"Replace your shirt with loose pants and t-shirts." Her ink did not like the clothes Abel was wearing. She'll be the highlight of another model later.

"No want! Let's go you said late." Abel grabbed her bag to pick up her phone. He was about to walk out but Demian grabbed his wrist.

"I said change your clothes." Demian pulls Abel into the closet and gets her jeans and a white t-shirt." Wear this." His impression forced Abel to accept the dress of his choice.

"It's not in Ian's rules." Demian took his phone and photographed Abel.

"I'm sending it to Mama." Demian photographed Abel's open thigh.

"Eh no!!!" Prevent Abel from giving up again because of threats.

"Replace!"

"Yes yes. You little boy! He wants to be followed if not followed directly to complain to his parents." Gerrutu Abel entered the bathroom.

Demian smiled for a while then sat down to wait for Abel to finish changing clothes. Just a little while waiting, Abel has come out of the bathroom with his choice of clothes.

"It's done. Pleased!!" He walked past Demian just like that.

"It's still pretty." Demian muttered following Abel's footsteps. His faint smile seemed to be making fun of the woman in front of him who looked annoyed by his actions.

In the car. The two sat back to each other without caring for William who was watching. Abel with his phone and vice versa.

"It's only an hour, right?" Abel asked without switching to his position.

"Hm why?"

"I have a meeting after this."

"Where?" Demian asked quickly. The position of his body is now facing towards Abel who is still on his back.

"To meetup! Didn't you hear."

"What a meeting place it is there is no name!!"

"Camella's Hotel." William said that he knew about the schedule of meetings that Abel had to attend.

"Oh close to the shooting spot."

"Hm yes! And because of you. I have to go back and forth to change clothes."

"The clothes are so good." Abel twisted his body and stared intently at Demian.

"good? Do your eyes hurt hey Demian!!! What is it worth wearing this at such an important meeting!!" Shouted Abel furious.

Demian smiled thinly or rather smiled mockingly. Even so, it cannot be denied if in the eyes of Demian. Abel still looks beautiful even though the clothes are not appropriate to wear to a meeting.

"If you feel inappropriate. Hold that meeting. Wasn't the decision taken. Mr. Andra brought the report home so you don't have to bother to attend the meeting." Abel took a deep breath and exhaled it violently. He knew that an event like this would happen due to Demian's always self-absorbed nature.

"I did that after delivering you, sir? I don't understand why you seem to stop me from taking care of my own company."

"Aren't you my wife? So do the job of a wife." Abel looked at it and then laughed in amusement.

"Wife?" Abel's rarity did not stop until his eyes looked watery.

"Why are you laughing like that? Is something wrong?" Demian asked a lazy glance.

"Your brain may be wrong. Are you seriously telling me to do my duty as a wife?" Demian took a deep breath. He remembered his own words.

Even though we're married. We cannot interfere in each other's affairs. You are in your business and I am in my business..

"Only until all is safe. After this you can go as you like as always. Is not this also due to your mistake. He's your family's enemy but I have to get involved in it. Remember yes. I don't want to die young because of your enemies."

"It's up to you! I just don't want our parents to get sick from your stone brain!!"

The car is parked in front of the studio. Demian tidied up her appearance while Abel glanced at her lazily.

Oh God. Give me patience to face this foul-mouthed child!!

"Remember ya. If the media asks who you are. Then you'll answer."

"I'm Mr. Demian's bodyguard. Pleased!!! Whoa!!" Demian smiled faintly and grabbed the mask and dressed carelessly at Abel.

"Wear it!!" Petunya again.

"For more?"

I don't want everyone to see your beauty. Ah crazy!! Why would I bother just because of this woman!!

"You're the sole heir to the Asian Group right? What would happen if the world knew you were Mr. Demian's bodyguard." William shook his head while smiling.

"Good God I forgot. Fortunately you reminded me of that. Thank you, great Mr. Demian. Wait there, let this bodyguard open the door for you." Abel put on a mask and went down while closing the car door hard.

Aaaakkkkk!!!

Demian was tiptoed yet unseated even chuckled inwardly.

"Am I waiting or going, sir?" Ask William lirih.

"Whatever!!" Before Abel opened the door. Demian first came down and was directly in the spotlight by some media waiting for his arrival there.

Abel just kept quiet and looked around. Even though he did this half-heartedly. But he also did not want anything to happen with Demian.

When Abel's gaze met Demian's bead. He realized that Demian had been watching him secretly. Abel's face instantly turned strange as it felt uncomfortable with that gaze.

Why else would that kid? I'm not comfortable. Abel is now out of his place. Demian waved to Aldo and whispered something before he refocused on the shoot.

"Miss." Call Aldo smile. He did not know if the woman before him was Abel. The woman I thought was Brother Demian.

"What's wrong?" Abel asked still occasionally looking at Demian who also occasionally noticed him.

"Demian doesn't want Miss to be away from the shooting location."

"I'll just go around."

"But he wants you to sit in the back place."

"Aldo!!!!" Demian's shout made Aldo frown.

"I beg Miss. At the very least, help me finish this job." Abel was forced to agree rather than Demian harming others with his foul mouth.

Abel sat down at his original spot, glancing at Elsa who had just come.

"The phenomenal couple finally met." Abel muttered away his face as he still felt fed up about the memories of their meeting the other day.

Elsa herself immediately put on an exaggerated style to attract Demian's attention. But Demian instead more often look towards Abel who looks to be playing mobile phone.

"Do you see what Ian?" Elsa asked in style to take a picture with Demian. Both of his hands were on Demian's chest while Demian's hands were coiled around his waist.

"It's none of your business." Elsa was looking for the object Demian was looking at. His face turned sour when he realized that Demian was watching the masked woman.

"Why are there strangers here? Is he the new kid?" Appoint Elsa with a loud voice.

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