The Rhyme of the Depositary

038 - SEASON 2

After dinner, Angelica spent a long time conversing with Alice. Because they are in the same business, their chat is flowing and it is easy to give each other input.

They sat in the living room, enjoying a special handmade Violin cake - an ability Alice never expected Violin to have - and a cup of arabica coffee with incredible cream melted on the tongue.

Angelica is a pretty fun friend. He is easy to blend in, clever fishing for a light and cool topic. Very different from his three brothers.

"So, you still market houses a lot?" angelica looked interested.

"Yes. I also started taking up the bungalow and villa business. I'm just starting to take over the resort in Monterrico, Guatemala."

"Wow, terrific. Anytime, I'm interested in hiring your reformer." Angelica looked cheerful.

"What about you?" ask Alice.

"I'm a practical person. Prefer the business of buying and selling apartments and such. Sometimes, I'm interested in taking over the building for business and reselling it. Like restaurants, shophouses, and such." Angelica explained.

"You're smart, Angel. Most such places would easily rise in price if resold. Especially if it is located in a strategic place."

"Yes, that's it." Angelica smiled warmly.

Alice grabbed the cup with a golden stripe pattern and sipped it slowly, enjoying her favorite liquid.

Angelica looked at her sister-in-law closely. Secretly, he admired the soft texture that adorned the face of the ayu.

Alice is not just beautiful. Even if she wanted to be seen by beauty, she was indeed extraordinary. Alice has a mix of faces between Europe and the Middle East. Her golden eyes lit up gently, supported by her oval facial features.

Her wavy red hair was smeared like a goddess. Just one look, Angelica can guarantee this woman brings flattery from many people.

But more than all that, he had a unique attitude. Alice is a figure who looks fragile and easily destroyed. His eyes were like a wide open book, ready to be read by anyone.

Who would have thought that behind his fragility, he had high stubbornness. In fact, he didn't falter under the pressure of Violin. Something they never imagined before.

It was only fitting that her brother chose her as his wife. All the values that exist in Alice are perfect values that are difficult to obtain from other women. He's better than Holy, a hundred times over.

"Angel?" ask Alice suddenly.

"Yes? Is there anything I can help you with?" ask Angelica understandingly.

"No. I just want to know a little about the woman named Holy." Alice said softly. The corner of her eyes glanced at Angelica, trying to feel the woman's reaction.

"Holy, yes …."

Angelica gave a small sigh. He leaned against the soft sofa and raised his head against the ceiling of the room.

"What do you want to know?" ask Angelica later.

"Everything. How he is, his strengths, his attitude." There was a trace of unease behind Alice's question. He stared at the floor of the room made of wood-patterned ceramics. Look at the complicated lines.

"I don't remember much. I was sixteen at the time. So don't really understand Klayver's case and his marriage. Some of the things I remember are Holy is a Latin American girl with long wavy black hair, black eyes, and exotic skin. The skin type of women who live in tropical climates." Angelica was silent for a moment, she tried to dig up her memories in the past.

"It must be very pretty." Alice responded with a voice.

The figure of exotic-skinned Latin women is a figure sought by adam. Well, it was very different from her being skinned as white as a marble stone. Just change a little chocolate if he sunbathes all day at the beach.

"Beauty is relative, Alice. Why is it beautiful if he can't survive with Klayver." Angelica responded to Alice's comment honestly.

Beautiful is not enough to support her sister. Kalyver, is a pretty complicated character. His personality is too dominant and difficult to keep up. But his sister was also a person of totality. When Klayver focuses himself on someone, he can throw away everything else that is on him.

"He must have had other characteristics that made Klayver infatuated."

If Klayver gets that angry after losing Holy, well, that woman must be amazingly great, right?

"She's a spoiled woman. How to speak softly, very gently, and lather. At first glance, she looked like a fragile woman who could be uprooted by the harshness of the world. Holy made Klayver his crutch and strength. Maybe that's why Klayver feels fully responsible for the woman's life. Because she's a symbol of beauty and fragility."

Holy is really fragile. He was scared to death when he found out who Klayver really was. Without a second thought, he snatched the money that Violin offered and ran away to drop the womb and start a new life in his country. Who would have thought that new life turned into a new tragedy.

"Oh, yeah." Alice's voice sounded soft. He rubbed the responsibility dress he was wearing and smiled lightly.

"Don't be discouraged, Alice. Holy is not your rival. You're better many times than he is. Your grades are very high. Don't think about the past anymore." Angelica. She did not want her brother's past scourge to be a nuisance in their marriage.

"No. I'm just a little curious about him." Alice calms Angelica.

No one would disturb their marriage. Because their relationship is too practical for other emotions to enter. Alice alone was too stupid to enter those foreign emotions.

Alice and Angelica talked for quite a while until both of them were tired. After the clock showed at tenpm New York time, they stopped the chat and returned to their respective rooms.

Alice walked down the circular staircase. As he entered the room, he found Klayver had been sitting by the side of the bed.The man leaned on the headboard and smiled warmly at the arrival of his wife.

"Where have you been?" ask the man.

"Talk with Angel for a while downstairs." Alice took the cotton pajamas from the large closet in the corner of the room and walked into the bathroom to change clothes. Honestly, Alice was still awkward to change clothes directly in front of her husband.

Klaver waited for his wife with half-circumcised eyes. The times he spent with Alice felt quick and unfeeling. The woman, slowly entered into his mind and chose a special place to keep quiet.

"Alice, I want to talk to you about something." Klayver. She pointed to the other side next to her on the bed, telling Alice to sit closer to her.

Alice inched slowly and sat down next to Klayver. His mind was still overshadowed about Holy. Inevitably he grew curious about this female figure.

"What's wrong? Is anyone bothering you?" klayver asked sharply. Alice's face is easy to read. At this time the woman seemed to hold a curiosity.

"Is Holy very pretty, Klayver?" ask Alice suddenly.

Klayver who got this question could only gasp in wonder. Alice raised the topic of the saints. It's totally beyond belief.

"Why is that?" Instead of answering, Klayver asked back.

"It's okay. I just realized that your taste is more inclined to sexy, exotic, brown Latin women, Spanish guitar body, and shiny black hair."

Alice looked at Klayver closely. The one being stared at only reacted flatly. The corner of Klayver's lips twitched small, holding back a laugh. Hearing Alice Klayver's words became like a shallow man who only adored physical beauty. But since Alice had already discussed the matter, why didn't she respond to it? Let it be if this woman gets lower.

"Yes. Such a feature is not bad. Don't women also like burly, muscular, tall, handsome, dark-skinned men, flat bellies, and slender hips?" klayver fishing rod bluntly. Klayver's eyes revealed antics.

"Well, the average is like that." Alice answered awkwardly. What else could he say? Isn't that all a reciprocal formula? Law is mutually sustainable.

But beyond that, there are other factors that affect a relationship. Love's. If someone has tasted it, then no matter out there are dozens of people who are better than their partner, their heart still chooses one. To serve and worship only one person.

Only, such factors were factors that Klayver might not have known. For the man, a beautiful woman with a perfect appearance wrap is more than enough to accompany him. If he finds a new woman, then the old stuff is no longer used. Just thrown away.

"Lantas, what's the problem?" klayver asked, not understanding Alice's direction.

"Yes, there's no. Just want to know how beautiful she is." Alice answered innocently. Is it wrong to ask like this?

"Pretty pretty I guess."

"Very pretty?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"But with what standards? Wide eyes, sensual lips and swaying hips?"

"Maybe."

"The sound must be quite sexy and able to conquer the adam."

"More or less."

"With a charming smile and a dazzling laugh?"

"I think it could be."

"That's right he's that perfect?"

"Alice, I don't understand the direction you're talking about. What the hell is it? You want to judge me for ever loving a beautiful woman or something? If you want to judge me, you're eight years late. He no longer exists. Died. It's underground." Clayver said a little sharply.

If this conversation continued, both Alice and Klayver would be equally offended. So Alice chose to withdraw and had no intention of continuing this discussion.

"You said you wanted to talk something. What's up, Klayver?" alice asked later, trying to shift the conversation.

Alice improved her sitting position and leaned on the head of the bed like her husband. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the amazing togetherness with her husband.

"Don't you ever promise to do anything to save Daniel from my hunt?" Kalyver brought up a topic they had long forgotten about.

Alice immediately opened her eyes again and looked at Klayver with a suspicious look. He promised this once. It's just that, it's been two weeks that it was not discussed so he assumed that Klayver had forgotten this topic.

Alice was wrong. Klayver is a demon. He never did any good without counting the profits. Everything in his life was considered a transaction. That'sallthatis.

"I thought you'd let this thing go." Alice said sharply, not liking sensitive discussion.

"A promise is a promise, Alice. You can't avoid this. Unless you don't mind me doing the math with Daniel, something the guy deserves." Klayver responded flatly. Didn't he remind you of this from the beginning? Who's wrong if Alice is too stubborn to protect her friend.

"No. Don't do anything to her. You promised me about it." Alice reminded. Imagining bad things happening to Daniel made his stomach slightly nauseous. If he wanted to, Klayver could act sadistically whenever he wanted to.

"alright. But you owe me one condition. Two actually. Didn't you lose the bet to me so you could be my wife for one night?"

Alice was inflamed as she was reminded back about betting a long time ago. He gripped tightly on the tip of his pajamas and swore a sigh in his heart.

Fucking Klayver. God fucking. God fucking. He likes to play with people's emotions.

"What do you mean, Klayver?"

Klaver looked towards Alice. He locked his wife's net deep. Klayver's been thinking about this for a long time. All things he considered carefully.

"I want to have a son. Be my real wife in this marriage and give me an heir. That's all I want."

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