THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 102. POSSESSIVE HUSBAND

Everything Verrel did for him was clearly imprinted on deandra.  The attention and affection created like they are a romantic husband and wife couple.  Verrel did not hesitate to show his possessiveness. The man didn't let Deandra out of his sight.  When his wife wants to go to the toilet, Verrel faithfully accompanies and waits patiently.  Things he never did to anyone before.

“Do you like dinner, baby? If you like, we can come back. What do you think, my dear wife?” Instead of answering Deandra just nodded, her heart melted every time Verrel called her ‘my dear’.

“If you surrender like this, I want to immediately.ehm...greet my son in.” A row of sentences that glided shamelessly made Deandra's face blush. Verrel's hand stroked his wife's distended stomach, making Deandra smile and blushing her cheeks.

“Hold it soon. Wait until home,” said deandra bit her lip after replying to the claim that Verrel said.

“You want me too, ehmm?” verrel whispered shamelessly to tease his wife.

Deandra.

“Jawab my question darling. Do you want it too?” ask Verrel to repeat. He was very happy to tease his wife who was now blushing and looking down embarrassed.

The deg!

Deandra's heart is pounding ever more.  Verrel's line of words made him lose his increasingly eroded sanity. Why do your words always catapult me? The more days my husband gets sweet and tender, he murmured inwardly.

“If you don't admit it. Then I'll-”

“Yes. I want you so much,” Deandra replied with cheeks increasingly blushing with embarrassment. ‘Aihh...why do I feel this shame? He's my husband is not wrong if I want him too.’ he murmured inwardly. He cursed his lips that spoke loudly and immediately agreed to Verrel's request.

The subtle whisper that sounded made a sigh in his body and it was as if his blood flow had stopped. Before long they reached home, impatient Verrel carrying his wife ala bridal entered his house without heeding the gaze of Opa and Mama who smiled at the romantic couple. Her mother's call that reminded her to be careful considering that Deandra was pregnant was only answered with a smile by Verrel.

...*...

While in a luxurious house, the two new families seemed to be joking with laughter after dinner was over some time ago.  The middle-aged couple interacted warmly and happily.  This is very different from the couple who got married a month ago.  Rico and Iva look awkward and are forced to pretend to be happy. It is like a happy and romantic couple.

Rico who could not stand sitting there for long glanced at his wife. Luckily the woman was very responsive. “Kak, Iva's head is dizzy,” whispered the woman with the bungan motif dress to her husband.  He deliberately hardened his voice to attract the attention of both their parents.

“You to room? Maybe you're tired all day helping mama cook.” Rico is very good at acting like his mother, so both parents can believe that their child's relationship is good.

“Mau, sis,” say Iva quickly. He did not want to linger there, his heart ached with all the pretenses he had to do. Love blinded him, so that he obeyed all Rico's requests by ignoring his pain.

“Sorry, Mom, Pa. We say yes first it looks like my wife needs a break.” Rico said as he gestured to his wife.

“Come, darling. I take you to the room and you can rest-” Rico said in a soft voice, his attitude as if a good husband.

“Take care of your wife.. You don't have to go down anymore,” said Amran.

Rico pulled the corner of his lips,”Good Pa.”Arriving in the room, Rico let go of Iva's hand just like that and waltzed in without caring about the wife stuck in place.

Iva looked at her husband's back which was getting away. Her tears flowed and her heart throbbed pain.  Her memory goes back to the night that Rico took the rights as husband. “So much love sister for her?” said Iva Iirih held back her crying.

...*...

The rest of the day at the main house looks Frans with a man with a burly stature.

“Alright, you can work from today,” Frans told someone who had just applied for a job as a bodyguard at the Ceyhan family mansion. “Read all the rules and learn quickly. I have no tolerance for anyone who makes a mistake. Whatever the reason.”

“I understand.  I'll adjust, Mr.”

Frans watched with observance the new bodyguard's movements with a sharp look. “Join Panji for a while. He's standing guard at the gate.  I'll think of the right place for you as soon as possible.”

The sturdy man with a flat face bent his body and immediately came out.  Leaving Frans thinking hard.  After weighing some possibilities Frans rubbed his face rough.

“Is it harmless if I put her into one of Mrs Verrel's bodyguards?” Not wanting to take any chances, the man in black suit stepped into the back pavilion to decide his best.

...*...

Verrel was stunned to see the beauty wrapped neatly behind the shirt suit. With just an instant, the pitch-black bead that used to stare intently became soft and a wild grin etrbit on his handsome face.  But suddenly the flames of jealousy that were somehow fixed on who attacked his sanity.  Though at this time the appearance of the woman is far from open.  And of course the clothes that his wife can wear to the office is her own choice.

It is undeniable that all activities related to the wife always attract attention. Especially when the woman finished the shower and prepared.  Surviving to stay sane was certainly the most impossible thing for Verrel.  Yeah, since that romantic dinner that ended with a romantic night all night.  Verrel did not want to miss the wife was so protective and possessive of all the little things like today.

Verrel didn't let deandra go to the office as usual.  He locked his wife's body and cornered her in the walls of their room. “I'm just going to the office, baby. Just a few hours and we can meet at lunchtime. If you're busy, I can go home and wait for you, ” protests Deandra when her husband never let go of her arms.

“You are stubborn indeed, dear.” Verrel growled because his wife kept protesting and didn't listen to him at all. “Good. But specifically today, I'll drop you off and pick you up? Today only.” The thick black man is still trying to negotiate with his wife to agree, otherwise he might use more extreme ways to get what he wants.  Deandra rolled his eyes lazy, but every morning Verrel also took the drop, although rarely picked up when he came home.  Besides, lately the man has been forcing himself to come to the office every lunch hour.

You can imagine, now Deandra's escort is increasingly unreasonable just because it fits in the mall with Rosa there is a man who used to be his college friends to talk for a while just say hello, just a minute's amulet. “If you don't agree, it means you don't have to go to the office anymore. I'll tell mama-”