(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND

(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
It's Destroyed Before You Come


At 9 past 20 minutes, Kian carrying a plastic bag containing cooking ingredients that he bought online this morning and deposited at the receptionist. He got into the elevator and pressed the code to the penthouse.


Ttting.


Kian stepped his foot out while taking a deep breath. Her mood had deteriorated since seeing Ann in the studio this afternoon. It shouldn't be like this. Didn't they sign the deal?


"Kian."


Shocked, he turned his head quickly towards the sofa in the living room. Ann was sitting there wearing her very thin tent pajamas.


As his body warmed up again, he inched into the kitchen and put in some ingredients that should be stored in the refrigerator.


"Kian, I'm sorry for what happened this afternoon." Ann stood up and followed Kian in the kitchen.


More and more still unmoved, he put carrot vegetables on the refrigerator shelf. Although trying to calm down, but in fact his hands tremble holding back anger and disappointed in Ann.


"Kian, you're beating on me, right?" repeat Ann when she's not cared.


After all the ingredients were safely in the refrigerator, Kian closed the door and stepped over to where Ann was watching.


"I don't know if you're actually working there" elak Ann was without guilt.


"Don't you see me in this uniform a lot?"


"Yes, but I forgot! I just took a sip after seeing you."


Smiling cynically, he threw away his face.


"But it's not like we've agreed to—"


"You're right, we've agreed not to interfere in each other's affairs. Article number 2 and number 5."


"So you shouldn't be angry rich. I'm ashamed!"


"Thy? I should be the one who's embarrassed, Ann!" sela is upset.


Ann was silent, she looked at Kian with an elusive look.


"How about Papa seeing that show? Did you ever think my office friends would consider me a snatch-man?!"


"Don't you ever care about your friends' opinions??"


"But that doesn't mean you can do everything you want to do where I work!"


"I don't do what I want. I also explained that I was married, right?"


"Yes, right. You explained that after seeing me. Even keeping your seat distance after realizing that there was also me in that place."


Ann was stunned to hear Kian's words. "Why are you setting out what I should do now?"


"Because I'm your husband, Ann."


"Remember, our wedding is on paper! Don't expect too much that I'll treat you special! You don't have to act like a husband except in front of papa!" obviously Ann was upset.


Taking a deep breath, he stared fixedly at Ann.


"And you need to remember also Kian, never cross the line. You better stay away from me or you won't be able to live a quiet life for the rest of your life!" threaten Ann seriously.


Kian smiled wryly, he returned Ann's gaze that shone hatred no less cold.


"You know, my life's been ruined ever since I haven't seen you, Ann. So it makes no difference now."


"alright. It seems you are starting to cross that line. So we better keep our distance from now on!" break up Ann seriously. "You know very well that I love Daren very much. So don't you try to tell me to part from him!"


More silent, his lips instantly stifled. There was a sudden pain piercing his heart.


"Because now that Daren is open about our relationship, there's nothing more to cover. I could've cut off our relationship whenever I wanted. But for Papa's sake, I'll hold on until our contract is done!"


Kian nodded in understanding, his hands that had been clenched in emotion had begun to stretch. Ann's words were like a hard slap to her, a crushing blow that forced her to retreat without her ever advancing.


"alright. Do whatever you want. I will no longer interfere in your affairs."


"Good, it should have been from the beginning. There are no feelings between us!" Ann stared intently at Kian.


"OKAY. All right, Miss Ann. I understand." Kian still watches over Ann's two beautiful eyes before she turns around and leaves Ann alone.


His heart was slashed by a rusty knife, there was a pain that he could not explain why. Both of her eyes begin to heat up, but Kian tries to hold all the anger on Ann and prefers to bury everything. It's better this way. Can't be more than this.


After disappearing behind the door of his room. Ann breathed a heavy breath. Really he did not expect before when the incident would turn out like this. He even forgot the fact that Kian worked at the Television Station, how could Ann forget??


Drrrtnt .... Drtc ...


The phone Ann left on the desk shook and shocked her. He quickly ran and read the name that appeared on the screen.


Papa Angry Bird is calling ...


Suddenly Ann threw her cell phone on the couch, bad!! How'this?! His father must have heard the news about this afternoon at Kian's office!


"Hello," said Ann hesitantly after the fourth call from her Papa was quite pushy.


"Is Kian okay? Papa's been calling her since this afternoon but her phone's off!"


"So Papa nelefon, I'm just asking you about Kian's situation?"


There was a heavy breath on the other end. "Papa asked Kian because Papa knew he must have been hurt by your show this afternoon!"


"Pa's."


"Ann, can't you just leave that man and focus on your husband? Respect Kian no matter what!"


"Pa, look at me first."


"Enough. You're the one who has to beat up Papa now. Stop doing what you want. We've sacrificed so much for us."


"Papa always thought about how I felt, but Papa doesn't care about how I feel!"


"It's been three years Papa gave it to you and Daren. So how much longer do you want to wait? Ten years? Or until Papa dies?!"


"Pa!! Papa won't die that soon. Why the hell is Papa always talking about death!"


"Because we never know when death will pick you up, Ann. Therefore, never miss the slightest opportunity to make the people around you happy!"


Ann was disturbed, she was at a loss for words.


"Papa did not want this kind of incident to happen again in the future. From now on respect Kian as your husband!"


"All right, Pa."


"Send Papa's greeting to Kian. Tell him to call Papa as soon as possible."


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