THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTERS 155.THE SENSITIVE IVA
Iva, accompanied by her mother, was in the hospital checking. After finishing from the doctor, they went home but suddenly the young pregnant woman wanted to eat pickled food that she accidentally saw outside the hospital. The car he was driving stopped at the side of the road and Iva came down and approached the pickle seller.
“The signal is still there mang?”
“Still, non.”
“I want five servings.”
“Good non. Please sit down first.’
Iva sat on the plastic bench near the pickled cart. His eyes were staring around uneasily, thinking about the reality that was currently tightly wrapped around him and making him unable to wrinkle. Given his encounter with Verrel and Deandra the other day that made him worry that his plan to free Rico would not work. ‘Sister Rico, you can close your heart to me right now but I'll make sure you open your heart to me as soon as possible.
I'm your legal wife in the eyes of law and religion, I don't care what anyone says about me that I know I love you so much.’ the woman's mind was filled with many thoughts of the pickled seller subconsciously calling her many times.
“Not been. This is the salty.” said mamang seller while thrusting Iva order. The sad-faced woman got up to take her order and presented two hundred thousand bills to her seller.
“It's mostly, non. One sheet still has change,” said the middle-aged man.
“Take it all, mang. Consider it a windfall from my pregnancy,” replied Iva unknowingly.
“Alhamdulillah then, non. Mamang pray that her pregnancy will be given smoothness and happiness yes, non.” The man shook Iva's frozen hand. “Non, also have to be much patient and pray yes.”
With rigid Iva nagging “Thanks yes mang.” Then he went back to his car after a short talk with the middle-aged man. But just as he opened his car door, the silhouette of someone he knew flashed near him.
“Sister Deandra? Is she new from the hospital too?” tanya Iva looked at the luxurious car that had just passed in front of her. He kept looking until the luxurious car disappeared from his sight. “I have to see him again. But how can I meet him and speak with four eyes? Looks like she is also a busy career woman despite being a big pregnant.” she said.
“Why are you so dumb as Iva? Come quickly in.” ask his mother from in the car. Iva got into his car and threw a smile at his mother.
“It's okay ma. Earlier it seemed like I saw someone I knew.” he said briefly.
“Oh so.”
Their car was traveling at speed towards the Baratha residence. Upon arrival at home Iva rushed in and put the saucer on the plate and took her to the family room, sitting on the sofa while raising her legs on the table and eating the pickles she bought. His eyes stared at the TV showing a romantic movie but his mind drifted far away, thinking of a way to meet Deandra and pleading for her forgiveness. Her lawyer dared not contact Verrel, but promised to try to contact Verrel's lawyer in hopes of scheduling Iva to meet with Deandra.
“Halo,”
“Sorry to interrupt the time. I just wanted to let you know that I contacted Mrs Deandra's lawyer. He is willing to meet you tomorrow afternoon at his office in Wijaya Properti Tbk. After lunch.”
“What? This is very good news. Thanks Sir. I'll be there on time. Once again thank you sir.” his face immediately beamed.
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Verrel did not take his eyes off even the slightest bit from the beautiful woman with a bulging belly who was arranging the roses he had just picked from the side yard. A look of happiness emanated from the face of ayu that could not be denied by anyone including Verrel who increasingly admired the beauty of his wife. The man with the thick black man was always etrhypnotized by natural beauty without makeup belonging to Deandra. The man was also addicted to the sense of pleasure when they were united,
“It's time to rest Mrs Verrel.” The man gave a warning for the umpteenth time and again, he was ignored.
Not wanting to ignite the emotions of pregnant women who are always sensitive and sulky, Verrel gestured through the tail of his eyes at the two servants of the wife to leave them both. After that he got up to hug the woman from behind. Without warning Verrel spread wet ecstasy on the exposed nape of Deandra. Sucking slowly and ignoring the wriggling of the wife's body in his arms.
“Verrel,” sigh Deandra involuntarily “Kita---”
Deandra was surprised when the two soft bumps on her chest were squeezed suddenly with a rhythm that never failed to make her helpless. “I've warned you many times Mrs Verrel and again you ignored her. You're tired enough today. You and baby need rest,” said Verrel lirih still with a smooth touch of responsibility that made Deandra protest.
“You want to play me?” sumpul Deandra was upset. How not to get upset if Verrela suddenly stopped his touch? He began to drift in the whirlpool of desire. Deandra let go of Verrel's hand winding with a slight roughness. Without saying anything she left her husband.
“Stop Deandra!” hardik Verrel got out of control when he saw his wife climbing the stairs to the upper floor. “Quick ride elevator.” The loud voice echoed but did not make Deandra feel afraid. Since returning to the main house, Verrel did not allow Deandra to climb the stairs, after all the house had an elevator but because Deandra was upset he even climbed the stairs. She did not heed her husband's call at all.
Since Deandra's pregnancy and knowing her baby twins, Verrel has been super protective of his wife. He had forbidden his wife to return to the office even though he could not do anything if Deandra forced him to go to the office, not allowing him to walk at home, he provides a special wheelchair so that Deandra does not feel tired walking.
Deandra still ignored the warning, he continued to step up and did not reply to Verrel's loud screams. Deandra pushes the door of the room that has been a witness to her and Verrel's romance all along. Since this morning she had been anxious to be touched more deeply by her husband but Verrel was insensitive perhaps because she was tired of her job. His tears that had been held since then finally decayed without excuse.
Deandra began to lie on the bed with her back to the door, she sobbed as she continued to rumble. “You don't want me anymore after you've managed to melt my feelings. You don't even care when I whine for your touch. Though usually you really like it if I ask first.” the stuffing. Though only two days Verrel did not touch him because he worked overtime and tired.
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