THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 24. WANT TO MARRY

“Prepare my marriage to the girl as soon as possible and have your men watch over Rico. My marriage should be done as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

"W-what, Mister?" the assistant's eyes glared in disbelief at what he had just heard.

"Why? You didn't hear my words? I want to get married and have to be as soon as possible" Verrel repeated as he looked at the assistant's face.

Frans flinched behind the flat face he managed to defend.  However, the command he had just heard and had to do was one thing that was enough to make him gasp.  Does that mean the great master will marry? What did he say? Married that woman?  Isn't it the same as igniting a fire that never goes out to be blazing? This will really make the atmosphere warm up.' Frans thought.

"I want to get married. Yeah, married!" shout Verrel.

"Quickly!" said again. I must have you as soon as possible and no one can take you away from me, Verrel murmured softly that only he could hear.

This shouldn't have happened.  To have this same marriage, alone would open a dispute within the Ceyhan extended family.  In addition, the news in the media will be more crazy to talk about the news of birds like ten years ago.  Frans' lips were itchy to ask, but seeing the face of the master's face change, he undoed the intention.  He did not want his words to make bad speculation for Verrel.

Why did everything just happen? Ever since the girl's presence, the Great Lord had greatly changed. Well, this one wants to get married! He wants to marry that girl! Wow, this is really bad. World war will happen in the Ceyhan family, it will be exciting and hot, Frans murmured inwardly.

One thing he knew if the verrel would not act if it did not know cause and effect.  If the ruler has made a decision, then he does not need to worry.  Although, at one time he would be the first to become a shield.

“Good, sir.  I will prepare everything.” replied frans without neglecting the ethics of politeness.

“Do you have any special request that I need to prepare?” asked Frans after weighing some of the concepts that crossed his mind.  Verrel grinned.  Staring at the bead of Frans's eyes that still stood firmly in front of him.  “Make it as grand as possible and don't forget to invite the mistress Amran Ceyhan. I want my wedding to be the grandest and most lavish wedding. Everything has to be perfect!"

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While in the main mansion belongs to Mr. Verrel. Yuna's butler and two servants were in Deandra's room. “Is there any sign young miss will wake up in the near future, Alya?” yuna-head of the maid in the verrel's luxurious mansion asked. 

He is in charge of organizing everything related to the needs of the house, the salary of the maid and is responsible for everything that happens in it. “Not yet, Bu Yuna,” replied Alya who was assigned to guard deandra.  Yuna approached the bed where deandra lay with an intravenous needle in her right hand.  He observed the bruises that were beginning to fade.

“Help me prepare warm water and new clothes,” Yuna's orders firmly.

“Good, Miss Yuna.  I'll set it up.”

Yuna looked back inside at deandra's face.  But after a while he could not remember where he had met the girl. He felt like he knew the girl, somewhere, but he was pretty sure he had met her. His thoughts raged about the girl and the great master.

Alya quickly prepared all the needs of deandra.  It is very reliable to serve all the needs of deandra.  It also works with agility and dexterity. 

“Let me do it for a while.  If the young lady is conscious, everything related to the young lady will be handed over to you.” Yuna said.

The waiter stood a short distance from the bed and witnessed firsthand how Yuna wiped deandra's body, changed clothes and applied cream all over her face.  Surprisingly, the young lady never woke up. He's still fainting, there's no sign of him. Yuna felt worried and scared if something bad happened.

“Bu Yuna, why doesn't young lady open her eyes?” alya asked after finishing cleaning all the equipment used to wipe the body deandra.  Yuna did not immediately reply, she had to keep the state of the young lady a secret to anyone like the orders of the great lord Verrel.

‘But there is no way that master did this mistreatment to young lady.  Although you like to play rough with women, but there is no way he beat a woman up like this.’

 'The conditions are so bad and awful. Mr Frans brought her here, but where did she take this girl? Does he have a family? His mind was filled with questions.

“Bu Yuna? You're okay aren't you?” alya asked who was staring at Yuna's pale and tense face.

Yuna jerks.  “It's okay. I'm fine.”

Alya frowned at Yuna's fickle countenance, but she could not ask much with her curiosity about the state of the master.

“I'll check the state of the kitchen.  If there is anything with miss, quickly you tell the other waiter to call me,” Yuna's message which Alya answered a nod.

“One more time, lest you leave young lady alone.”

“I understand, Ms. Yuna.”

After the butler came out, Alya returned to her position. Sit on a chair near the bed, waiting if there is a small movement of the deandra. Alya looked at the face of the master in awe, her face was very naturally beautiful, definitely the young miss of a good person, she murmured.

In her subconscious, Deandra is like hearing a faint voice around her.  But he felt his eyes were too heavy to open.  Even deandra also felt crumbs in every bone joint and pain in several parts of the body.  As much as deandra's energy gathers the power that he has. Slowly he tried to open his eyes and move his fingers in turn.

Thanks to her persistence, deandra's eyes started to open and blink.  Trying to adjust his moving pupils trying to remember where he was.  As his vision became clearer, he saw a woman beside the bed covering her mouth with a surprised look and quickly disappearing from the room. Who's the lady? ask deandra in heart.

Deandra closed her eyes again as the pain whipped her head.  His head was throbbing and his eyes were twitching. He groaned in pain with his hands, trying to ease the pain by giving a light touch. “Arrggg,”

It didn't take long for deandra to hear clearly, the clattering of footsteps that he believed more than one person was approaching.  Followed by a voice call that deandra did not understand and of course made it bigung. Where'sme? What the hell's going on?

“Young lady, can you hear me?” yuna asked who was now sitting next to the bed holding deandra's hand. Putting the back of his hand against the girl.

Deandra nodded slowly. The dizziness came back and made him moan. Arggg.

“Quiet, young stain.  Do not force yourself to remember something,” said Yuna gently typical of motherhood.  The doctor will come to check on you soon.”  Through those fragile eyes, deandra asked with a weak look, “Who are you? Why are you calling me young lady?"