Twins Genius: Two CEOs

Sick

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"Darling, heavy" the woman muttered as she moved next to her shirt which Jordan now uses as her headrest.

"I'm tired, let me lean on your shoulder for a moment" he said, closing his eyes.

"I have to work, if my manager knows I can be upset." He glanced at Jordan who looked extremely exhausted. His face was so calm as he closed his eyes.

"It's lunchtime, it's time for a break. Besides, if your manager dares to scold you, I'll go back to scolding him for daring to scold my girlfriend, "he said casually. His face turned red because of Jordan's words.

"You have the answer."

"You have a reason too. I just want to spend my break time with my boyfriend."

"Huft~" he let out a long sigh, again he could only shake his head slowly when his lover could always answer his every sentence.

"Just for a moment, after the break is over I'll also go back to my office. You'll be back to work, too, so let me spend my time with you" Jordan said. The woman could now only quietly let the man who was her lover lean on her shoulder.

In the next instant not a word was thrown from Jordan's lips, the man was now asleep in his sleep. The woman silently watched, she stared fixedly at the figure of the man who became her lover.

"Darling?" Call her softly while patting her cheek slowly, but there was no answer at all from the man. "Hey? Darling?" He patted her cheek again.

"Jordan?" The woman chuckles in response to Jordan who turns out to be actually sleeping on her backrest.

"Looks like you're so exhausted" he murmured softly. Her hand slowly stretched out rubbing her lover's hair was full of tenderness.

The memory was again imagined in his mind, appearing just like a movie that had been recorded and replayed.

Jordan was glued to where he was at this moment. Standing in one of the restaurants not far from the hotel where doing an important meeting with one of his clients from abroad. He stood while staring at the glass screen of the restaurant in front of him, staring right at the place where the incident in his brain had occurred. Look at a table that is located quite close to the glass in another corner in the restaurant room.

"Looking at this place, it makes me remember our memories from then on" he said slowly. Jordan raised his head slowly, stared from the top to the bottom of the restaurant building, and still looked the same as the beginning of the building. It was still as sturdy as it was a few years ago when he met his lover at that restaurant, what is different is only the name of the restaurant that has been changed and the color of the paint that already looks faded indicates that the building is old at the age of eating.

"I miss you." he murmured. Jordan moved, he stepped in to go into the restaurant in front of him. But his attenuation was instantly seized by a beautiful woman who was standing not far from the front entrance, her steps halted. His eyes were fixed on the figure of the woman who was now smiling at someone in the taxi who then drove away from before him.

Inexplicably seeing the figure of Aphrodite who stood not far from where she was at this moment really made her remember the figure of the woman who was present adorning her days.

"He.." Jordan was stunned to realize who he was seeing. He blinked several times trying to make sure what he saw was true was Aphrodite, the woman who inexplicably always met him in an accident.

"That's it, isn't it? The woman who had collided with me twice. Why is he here?" Jordan memonologist.

"Why not, but this is already the third—no, maybe the fourth time I met him."

"Well, why do I have to see her again?" Mumbles Jordan. A moment later Jordan walked over to Aphrodite who was now standing alone near the entrance, but the woman's focus was immediately seized by her movements.

"You.." Jordan pointed at him, while Aphrodite looked puzzled by him, she looked at Jordan with a face that was hard to describe.

"I didn't think we'd see each other again" he said, smiling as Aphrodite's forehead creased in an incomprehensible manner to Jordan's intentions.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" Ask.

"You forgot about me?"

"Huh?"

"We met before, remember? At the airport, and at the office. You were in a hurry and accidentally hit me in front of the entrance, remember?" Jordan tried to remind while Aphrodite was silent trying to remember, before long the look on her face changed.

"Oh, yeah. I remember," she said, smiling at him. "It was fitting that I felt familiar with this man, it turns out we have met before," he said.

"I'm glad you remember me."

"I'm sorry before because I don't really remember you, haha.." Aphrodite chuckled softly.

"It's okay" he said casually. "What are you doing out here, by the way? Are you waiting for someone? Or are you just going in for lunch?"

"Oh, I just finished lunch and now I'm going home."

"So it seems, with whom? Are you waiting for your girlfriend?"

"uh? No, no." Aphrodite shook her head slowly.

"So, by the way we don't know each other. My name is Jordan." Jordan put his hand out.

"Aphrodite" he replied, shaking Jordan's hand.

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"Huft~" Francisco sighed harshly. He massaged his forehead slowly, his head felt dizzy because he had to face a lot of projects in a fairly close proximity to each other, he even almost overwhelmed because he had to take care of everything simultaneously, lucky he can face everything and solve one by one his problems well.

"Today is really a tiring day" he murmured softly. The entrance of his room was suddenly knocked slowly making his focus fixed on the sound he heard. His secretary pushed the door slowly, stepping over to him who was now sitting at his desk.

"This is the last document you asked for." The secretary put the document in her hand on the table right in front of Francisco.

"Okay, thank you."

"I'm sorry sir." He bowed in respect.

"Wait."

"Yes? Anything else you need?" Ask while looking.

"All your work is done, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then you can go home and rest."

"Please" said Francisco who then grabbed the documents in front of him, put them on a pile of other files on his desk, tidying up a little of his desk that looked messy after that got up from his seat. Grabbing his work coat hanging on the chair he was sitting in.

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TUKS!

Aphrodite put the plate containing her dinner dish that she had just finished moving it onto the table.

"Finally done too" he murmured with a smile. His hand was now busy releasing the apron attached to his body, folding the object then putting it on the table.

"Now it's just waiting for Frans to come home."

"But it's almost dinner time. Then why hasn't he come home yet? Did he have any problems at the office to the point of coming home a little late? He usually comes home early."

Aphrodite glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the kitchen room. It's dinner time, but Francisco hasn't arrived home. It's not like the guy is usually late. Francisco usually arrives early, and this is his first time coming home a little late.

The front door suddenly opened, causing Aphrodite's attention to instantly switch.

"That must be him" he said with a smile. Aphrodite rushed towards the front door. Arriving at the front door he found Francisco who had just arrived with shaky steps. The man looked uninspired, not as usual.

"You're home yet?" Aphrodite's greeting that in an instant made Francisco switch eyes. The man smiled back as Aphrodite revealed her warm smile. He then approached Aphrodite, standing in front of her with two beads of eyes that were now looking at her.

They looked at him long enough to the point that Aphrodite was confused by him, just now she wanted to ask what was wrong with him. Francisco had already dropped his head, landed him; perched on the shoulder of Aphrodite who was now right in front of him.

"French?" Aphrodite made sure the man was okay.

"I'm tired" murmured Francisco quietly, closing his eyes, drowning his head in the shoulder of the woman who is now his wife. "There's a lot of work to do all day. It feels like my energy is drained to finish everything," he said.

Aphrodite was speechless, she was silent as a statue stood in its place.

"Let me lean on your shoulder for a moment" she whispered softly.

"I've prepared dinner for you. If you're like this, it could be cold."

"Just for a second. Three minutes. After that we eat together," he replied.

"All right." said Aphrodite who then let Francisco be in his position as it is today.

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"Frans.." Aphrodite shook the man's muscular arm slowly. I don't know how many times she tried to wake her husband. The man looked very tired from working all day until his strength drained all day yesterday. "Frans.. Bagun, you have to work" said Aphrodite again.

"Hm…?" Francisco simply answered him with a murmur.

"Mirror…"

Francisco opened his eyes slowly, his gaze staring at Aphrodite who was now sitting on the edge of the bed while staring at him. His gaze slightly blurred, he was unable to clearly see his figure.

"You have to get up, it's time to go to the office" Aphrodite said again, smiling as Francisco opened his eyes and fought back his sleepiness.

"I'm still tired, let me rest for a little while longer" he said in a voice that sounded powerless.

"It's almost noon. But you why? Are you sick? Your voice sounds different" said Aphrodite who instantly turned anxious.

"I'm fine. I'm just tired" said Francisco, closing his eyes again.

"No, you're sick." Aphrodite held onto her shirtless arm, then turned to check her forehead.

"I'm really okay" he said again, trying to convince Aphrodite.

"You're sick. Your body temperature is hot, then your face is pale too." Aphrodite got up from her seat, picked up a P3K box and took out a thermometer to check Francisco's body temperature, trying to convince him of his concerns.

"I'm just tired, baby." Francisco insists. "I just want to rest for a while, you don't have to worry."

"That's all you have to check." Aphrodite ignored the words of Francisco who said she was fine. She is now busy checking Francisco's body, and after finding a number that indicates the body temperature she measured, Aphrodite is increasingly convinced that her husband is sick.

"seen? You have a fever, your body temperature is quite high." Aphrodite pointed the thermometer in her hand at Francisco, who opened her eyes slowly.

"It's better today you don't have to go to the office, I'll call your assistant or secretary to tell them you're sick and can't come to the office." Aphrodite tidied the P3K box in her hand to get up ready to put it back in place, but Francisco first held her wrist.

"No. No, today I chose an important meeting with one of my clients from Singapore. I can't possibly miss it, let alone this meeting is so important. I'm leaving now, you better help me get ready. Help me pick a suit for me to wear today, will you?"

"But you're sick. You won't be able to focus on working if you're sick, and for this meeting you can drop off or move to another day. Besides, your client must understand that you're sick, so you better rest here and let me call your secretary."

"No. I really can not postpone it anymore, especially we have canceled the meeting several times because of many obstacles. And I can't possibly cancel this meeting either, if it's like this continuously that there's more and more of my work."

"French…"

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just tired, and I'm definitely back to normal by noon. So help me get ready, okay?"

"Frans, but…"

"Please, I want to look perfect in front of this client. Moreover, this is a very important client."

Aphrodite fell silent, seeing from Francisco who insisted on leaving, making Aphrodite sure that her meeting was really important. He is unlikely to not allow it, especially after hearing Francisco's explanation just now that his client was very difficult to meet. But on the other hand, Francisco's condition that is not too good makes Aphrodite anxious if giving him permission to work. Aphrodite just didn't want Francisco to suddenly collapse while she was at work. Now he is confused how to.

Francisco got up from his position, pulled Aphrodite's hand and sat her down. The P3K box he held onto fell on the floor.

Aphrodite gasped in shock as Francisco suddenly hugged her tightly. "I beg you" he whispered again right in Aphrodite's ear.

Aphrodite was petrified in place, her brain still trying to digest every single thing that had just come her way. Meanwhile his mouth was silent speechless. "I beg you…"

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