THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 103. DEANDRA'S JEALOUSY

Deandra grunts annoyed “You can do what you want Mr Verrel!” sahut Deandra quickly cut the words of her husband who must have acted like a drama.  Her mood was not good, so she wanted to avoid misunderstandings. Getting close and kissing her husband is not a good choice at this time, considering her husband's attitude is getting weird these days.  But Deandra still did not ask directly, because each of them together only spoke for a few minutes and always ended up being a hot activity in bed.

“Should have said from earlier, Darling,” whispered Verrel who never let go of his embrace.  “If you say it quickly, then the terms will not be difficult. I also did it for you and our son.” The speech made Deandra frown, but not to mention he said the words, Verrel's lips had already silenced him.

Deandra was unable to evade the sudden onslaught. To catch his breath he could not because the wild attack brought him back to bed.  An hour later, Deandra came back to clean up, picked up new clothes and prepared to go to the office because it was time for a meeting, she did not want to be late.

All because of the actions of Verrel who did not keep his promise to do it quickly.  Even more frightening as if the man's passion has never been extinguished even though it has got********* many times.  Deandra felt strange about her husband's behavior.

“Aready?”

The irritated Deandra only nodded and quickly wrapped her hand in her husband's arms. “Ayo departing. My meeting will start in twenty minutes.”

A kiss landed on Deandra's forehead before they finally walked out of the room.  Arriving at the bottom floor there was Frans waiting. “Your car is ready, Mr.”

“Hm,” regardless of the circumstances surrounding Verrel guiding Deandra continued to step into his car. Since that romantic dinner, Verrel and Deandra's relationship has gotten sticky.

From a distance Yahya and Ayu who have just enjoyed a relaxing time while breathing fresh air, observe the togetherness of the married couple with great hopes in it “May you always be together and happy forever.”

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Deandra's face turned irritated when with her own eyes saw how the women who were looking at the exhibition on the ground floor of the luxury mall shrouded Verrel like ants clinging to sugar. Unknowingly Deandra snorted and his attitude was caught by Rosa who had been beside Deandra.

“You why it was bent so?” asked Rosa curiously.

Instead of answering, Deandra grabbed her best friend's arm and became the target of her frustration. “Sick tofu, Dea!” rosa grumbled as she broke away and rubbed her arm.  What the hell is this friend of his!  Rosa was still unaware of where the source of Deandra's annoyance ignited the mounting emotions of the bumil.  Deandra even glared sharply giving Rosa a warning.  The girl shuddered in horror at Deandra's unusual glare.

“Sa—casual Dea. I'm just kidding.” Rosa held up two fingers and grimaced but even made Deandra even more upset.

“Terden! I want to go home.” Without waiting for her screaming best friend, Deandra stepped towards the main door.  From the opposite direction Verrel realized his wife was out soon after him.

“Hei.” His hand quickly blocked Deandra's arm when their distance was close.  Deandra thrashed away trying to escape but in vain because Verrel pulled her and showered her with a kiss.

“Already? Already satisfied dear?” Feeling strange about the question, Deandra instead encouraged Verrel to stay away and reduce the views of people who came in and out of the mall. But Verrel even pulled his waist that was no longer slender and led him into the car. After having the wife sit properly and put a seat belt on, Verrel got into the car, but he did not run the car immediately.

“Why not go?” deandra asked still in an annoyed tone while snorting. Her attitude made Verrel pull the corner of her lips.

“If you don't want to walk, I'll take a taxi.” Deandra took off her seatbelt.  Verrel immediately pulled deandra and kissed her lips, slowly moving her into his lap.

Without waiting for a protest from her seductive lips, Verrel immediately silenced the lips with ********************** wild.  He moves irregularly when Deandra is still rebelling and changes his kiss when Deandra does not respond.  That pair of pitch-black-mannered eyes began to be shrouded in passion.  But rather than thinking about his passion that has peaked, it is better to reduce the anger of the wife who since pregnancy is always changing and often sulking.

“Why angry?”verrel asked in a soft voice.  His hand rubbed his wife's chubby cheeks. Not once did he take his eyes off the beautiful face of his wife who was in his lap.  Deandra bit her lower lip, reluctantly answering that she was jealous.  He was embarrassed to admit that he was jealous.  Unknowingly he bit his lower lip getting stronger.

“Don't be bitten, dear.” Verrel regressed his chair slowly then kissed Deandra's lips to give her a sensual bite instead. Verrel ******* soft lips ranum his wife.

“Are you angry to see me being surrounded by women in there?” verrel asked after he thought hard enough to find a reason why his wife was so angry.  Deandra snorted and turned her face because the guess was true, yes she was angry with jealousy. Let alone seeing Verrel talking to other women, if the women out there only look at her handsome husband Deandra is always angry. Not infrequently he returned the gaze of the women sharply and snorted in annoyance.

Verrel's two hands cupped his wife's face gently, anchoring the kisses so hard that Deandra uttered a protest sentence.

“Stop Verrel!” deandra exclaimed because Verrel did not care about the warning he gave.  Even the man seemed to treat her like a child sulking for ice cream.  Seeing his wife's behavior makes Verrel's memory again disturbed. Precisely yesterday when his wife came home with a frown and refused his touch.  This was reinforced by the reports of his bodyguards who said that Deandra often daydreamed after returning from the office to home. Verrel also remembered the words of the assistant yesterday “In my opinion, the Madam loves you very much, sir. If not love, maybe he had run away when Mr. Rico volunteered at the wedding.”

“In my view, it seems like Madam does not like to see Mister talk to other women even if it's your client, Mister. Moreover Madam is pregnant, maybe it was her fetal congenital.”

“Is that much my wife loves until she is so jealous and possessive?” not aware if he was being possessive to Deandra.

“In my opinion, it is better that the Master subdues the ego little by the mistress. Because if the madam gets angry and decides to leave later, you are sorry.  Better, avoid talking to other women even though it is a client, it is better if there is a female client come to the office just leave it to me.” Frans said yesterday.

“Go? I'm not gonna let him go. If he dies, he must be in my grip.”

But now his wife is back sulking, not accepting to see her husband surrounded in the mall. Indeed, the luxury mall is owned by the Ceyhan family and there is an exhibition there.

Looking back at his wife's face that looked down and blushed red, Verrel bit his lips so as not to laugh. His wife looks so cute and adorable if she's sulking like this.