(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Selfishly

"Kian." Ann grabbed the clenched hand on the steering wheel of the car and pulled it slowly.

Turning his head, his breathing was still hunting up and down due to emotions.

"I'm sorry. You're right, I'm just a victim of my parents' selfishness" Ann said bitterly, "pardon me for involving you in my complicated life. I hope this ends quickly so you don't worry about me anymore."

"Is that so, huh?" sela is heavy.

Ann forced herself to smile and nod. "I came to understand how the position of Mama who must be very depressed because of the matchmaking. You must be like that too, right?"

Kian's gaze was fixed on Ann's face that dimmed along with her increasingly painful words in Kian's heart.

"Seeing you hold and stare at the Hero makes me feel even more guilty, not to mention the pressure from my increasingly fabricated Papa. I'm sorry, Kian, you've been involved so far."

"Stop, Ann. It has been my decision to enter your lives. Stop blaming yourself."

Ann stared fixedly at Kian. "Did you like that girl named Zoya?"

"What?!"

"Did you like it? The way you look at Hero is very different and I can feel an inner attachment between you guys" Ann quizzes.

"Oh, that's right, Ann! I even met a Hero for the first time!"

"Don't he be your son?! Don't you secretly have a relationship before you meet me?"

"Ann, enough. Why is the problem going everywhere? What's your problem, huh? Why did you suspect me?"

"Call right, Kian? Tell me the truth when the Hero is your son!"

"Ann, stop!" It breathes out emotion.

Ann's anger stopped when in a split second, Kian pulled her body and hugged her tightly. He buried Ann's head into her chest that was firm and warm. The irregular leaflets he had been holding since could now be heard clearly by Ann. It might even get even more uncontrollable as their bodies fused together in an embrace.

Ann's cry immediately broke, the tears that had been held since she returned from her Papa's house suddenly seeped back soaking Kian's T-shirt. His chest felt tightened by various kinds of pain to stab into the heart. This was the third time Ann had cried in front of Kian, even this time in the man's arms!

Kian who is usually stiff and insensitive for some reason suddenly became a man of attention. There is a wound that is still stored by Ann and Kian understands that the wound will be broken forever if it is not healed immediately. Kian does not want Ann also have the same injury with him, Ann does not deserve all that. Ann's a good woman. Let it be enough that Kian has trauma in his past, lest his wife also have the same trauma.

"We're home?" tanya Kian while brushing some of Ann's hair that was down covered her face after the woman had calmed down and began to be able to control herself in her arms.

Ann nodded, she broke her embrace and wiped away the remaining tears that were still wetting her cheeks. He glanced at Kian who was looking at his face that must have swelled up by now. At first glance Ann saw a smile on Kian's sexy lips, before then Kian returned to drive his car slowly.

Arriving at the basement of the Penthouse, Kian opens the car door to Ann and reaches out to help her get down. Ann welcomed the hand and got out of the car slowly. Together, the two of them stepped into the elevator. Kian pressed the 'Open' button without releasing his hand on Ann.

"Lad!"

A baritone voice stopped Kian and Ann who were about to enter the elevator. At once the two of them looked over and found Daren standing with a pushy look behind them.

Ann brushed aside Kian's grasp, turned around and hugged Daren tightly.

"Daren, huhuhu .." Ann's crying broke out again in Daren's arms.

The more who did not expect to see the friendly scene could only hold their breath with trembling bodies and clenched hands. Without waiting any longer, Kian got into the elevator and immediately closed the door without watching the couple again. How could Ann possibly think that Kian was in a position like her Mama? Precisely what Kian now feels is that he is in the position of Jonathan! With trembling hands, Kian pressed the access code number towards the Penthouse.

Tting.

The elevator door opened slowly. Kian hurriedly stepped out and entered into his room with wide steps. He pulls his T-shirt up, throws it in any place and then shuffles into the bathroom. He needed a cold shower to relieve the heat all over his body!

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