
Sam smiled smirk satisfied with Trisya's reply, "you heard my future wife doesn't know you, you loser!" Seamus wrapped his arms around Trisya's waist signifying possession.
"Prospective Wife?" Bryant looked surprised, he demanded an answer to Trisya.
"True, Trisya is my future wife. Next month we're going to have a wedding, baby." Sam kisses Trisya's arm for support. Trisya threw her face away, yet she still nodded her head.
"Then, congratulations. Sorry, I misunderstood, I thought Trisya would be harassed, if I knew you guys were a couple I wouldn't bother." Bryant said with his hands firmly clenched, for some reason his heart was currently burning.
"It doesn't matter, but you have to compensate for the treatment of my bruised face."
"Well, how much do you want?"
"Ten million!" the answer.
"You're crazy, ten million just for this little cut. You want to blackmail me," Bryant raised his voice, his emotions ignited a little.
"The compensation is nothing compared to the injuries I have received, nor have you disrupted my precious time with my future wife, beloved." Sam, kissing the tip of Trisya's hair, makes the girl look the other way.
"Well, I'll send the money to your account, now I don't bring cash." Bryant gave Sam his business card, he was lazy to linger in a room with Trisya and her lover, who he thought was more worthy of being his uncle.
Trisya breaks away from Sam's clutches, the man only smiles in return.
"He's your ex-husband, right?" trisya's body twitched, his eyes festering instantly. It is unexpected that Sam knows his past.
"You already know that I've been married." Trisya was scared.
"You think I'm a fool, I know everything I wouldn't carelessly choose a woman for me to marry." He said, while tidying up the coat he was wearing.
"Then are you going to cancel our marriage, because I've been married?" Trisya asked the question hoping Sam's answer would be the same as he expected.
"No, why should I cancel our wedding. Instead, I became more interested in marrying you after I saw who your ex-husband was." His words are full of mystery.
Trisya, sighing heavily. Bryant's arrival further worsened his life, of course, who is not familiar with the family Maverick family is quite famous in this city.
"While I am a widow?" trisya.
"Why, I'm not a virgin either. I'm four heads too."
'If you realize you're already four heads, why don't you be shameless and want to marry a woman my age.' Trisya complained in his heart.
"Let's go back, your parents must have been waiting for us."
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Trisya and her adoptive parents have now returned home, welcoming Alena to Diego and Margaret.
"Mom, Papah!" shouting pleased. Alena is the biological child of the couple Diego and Margaret, she is a ten-year-old girl, she is quite close to Trisya.
"Sir Trisya is so beautiful, where did you come from? Don't you take me?" he complains with his face.
"We have a business that only adults can attend to, baby. So you can't come." Margaret gently rubbed Alena's head.
"The shop, I don't want to know, next time you guys have to invite me along and, if you don't, I don't want to eat." Alena sulks.
After changing her clothes, Trisya went out to Alena's room, on the way she met Margaret who was leaning against the wall while sipping a cigarette that was flanked on both fingers, "What do you think, Mr Sam?" tanyakanya.
"He seems like a good person" Trisya replied.
"Do you like it?" Margaret again threw the question.
"What if I told you that I didn't like it, I could refuse this marriage?" Trisya replied to the question with a question.
"You wouldn't dare."
Trisya gave a rude snort, "then I don't have to answer it." He passed, and Margaret's voice cursed him from behind, but such words were familiar to Trisya's ears, so long as they did not dare to resort to physical violence they were ignored.
Clamps...
Trisya opened the door to Alena's room, looking as if the little girl was waiting for her while hugging the pink teddy bear, "what story does Lena want Big Brother to read?" trisya asked as she sorted out the books in the closet.
"Snow White, Brother!" he expressed his desire.
Trisya nodded.
After accompanying Alena to sleep, Trisya returned to her room.
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Elsewhere, Bryant, he was sipping a glass of wine in his hand. He stood in front of the glass wall staring blankly at the atmosphere of the night.
"Do you not want to call the women to accompany you?" james asked, looking at Bryant.
"No!" Reply firmly.
James himself was accompanied by two women, on each of his left and right, there was a massage and there were also those who continued to fill his glass with drinks.
"You still thinking about your ex-wife?" lips James.
Bryant reluctantly replied, he was still standing in the same position.
"Come Bro! You dumped him yourself, let him live his life, why do you keep thinking about him, let's have fun as usual." James gulped down the liquid in his glass.
"You're the one, I'm not in the mood." Bryant left James, who kept yelling at him, asking him to come back.
Bryant's car stopped at the apartment's parking lot, where he and Trisya used to live. The apartment he deliberately bought so that Trisya did not have to live in his private house. He entered the loby of the apartment and showed the guard an identity card, after which he took an elevator to the top floor where his room was located.
Dark, silent, silent, welcoming Bryant as he entered the room, he lit a lamp to illuminate his gaze. Although this house has been a few months unoccupied, but still looks well maintained, because the janitor always comes regularly to clean this house.
Bryant gave a glance, he stepped towards the room that Trisya used to live in. The first thing he saw was a picture of his marriage to Trisya, the woman seemed to smile while Bryant himself looked the other way.
'What am I feeling?'
There was a tremor in Bryant's heart, 'Did I fall for him? No, it seems like it's impossible, before I didn't even want to see her face.'
Bryant brushed off all the thoughts that had arisen in his brain, where perhaps he could fall in love with Trisya, who did not even have any speciality in any way, she was pretty when they met.