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New Home

After a week of honeymoon in Italy, Zeeko and Trisha finally return to their city, London. The real Trisha is still upset with Zeeko trying to display her best smile in front of the in-laws.

Emilia looked happy. Moreover, Trisha made up a lot of stories about the honeymoon which was actually just Zeeko's plan to trick everything.

"Mom, Dad, me and Trish are moving out of this house. We'll stay in my own house." Zeeko expresses his wish in front of Brahm and Emilia.

"Ah, that's good. That means you can build your own household." Emilia clasped Trisha's hand.

"When did you move?" ask Brahm.

"Quickly! I'll get people to move our stuff."

There was anxiety in Trisha's heart. When she was married to Ellea, Zeeko lived in her own home. But after an accident two years ago, Zeeko moved back to her parents' mansion.

Trisha does not understand whether the new house they will occupy is Zeeko's old house or there is another house. If that house is Zeeko's house with Ellea, then... It will be very difficult for Trisha to reach Zeeko's heart. Because Ellea's memories will continue to accompany her.

"Trish, why just shut up? You don't like moving out of this house?" Emilia's question made Zeeko glance at his wife.

"Ah, no Mom. I liked. It would be better if I stayed alone with Zeeko. So, Mom and Dad didn't hear our fight later."

Trisha's reply made laughter echo in the living room. Zeeko remained silent and made no sound.

Entering the room, Trisha immediately cleans herself. Tonight they're still staying at the Howard family's. Actually Trisha wants to stay at her father's house. But it turns out Anthony has gone out of town to do business.

Trisha's father is crazy for work, so Trisha is no wonder to see her husband who is also crazy for work. But if you prefer to work on the day they should honeymoon, of course Trisha does not agree. He is still upset with Zeeko who continued to leave him while in Italy.

"You still mad about what happened in Italy?"

"No! I have no right to be angry!" ketus Trisha's.

"You have that right. Because you're my wife!"

Trisha stuck out her tongue. "As far as you go!" Trisha chose to go to bed first.

The next day, Zeeko correctly brings Trisha to their new home. The house is quite large if inhabited by the two of them only.

"Welcome, sir, Madam," said a kindly servant named Esme.

"Hmm, everything's ready, right?" ask Zeeko.

"Here you go, sir."

Trisha follows Zeeko into their new home.

"Zee, is this your old house with..."

"No!" Zeeko intercepted quickly. "It was my mother who chose it."

Trisha nodded. "Thank God," he murmured.

Zeeko smiled faintly at Trisha's muttering.

"Your room is over there! Esme, take the madam to her new room."

"Wait on! We're... Sleep apart...?"

Zeeko approaches Trisha. "Yes. Wh why? Aren't you the one who told me we can't have marital relations before I have a taste for you? So, it's better this way."

"You!" Trisha prepares to direct her raw bogem into Zeeko's face.

Zeeko caught Trisha's hand. It had been since yesterday that Trisha was holding back her frustration and wanted to beat up her husband. Neglected during the honeymoon he still could receive. But parting the room when it was officially married, it could not be accepted Trisha.

"Ckckck, my wife, why does she always use violence to solve problems?" Zeeko slammed Trisha's hand quite gently. Surely Zeeko did not want Esme to see their quarrel.

"Come, I'll take you to your room!" Zeeko gently pulled Trisha's hand towards her room.

"You just rest! I have to go to the office." Zeeko grabs Trish's body to hug her, but Trisha refuses.

"Go! I can do as I please, right here?"

"Yes, of course. This is your house too!"

Trisha smiled a grin at Zeeko's departure.

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"What room is this?" Trisha opened the door and saw a small gym there.

"Well, so he's providing this here, too? Hmm, I guess it's less. I'll add some stuff here."

Trisha ordered the items she would use to practice karate. As a teacher, Trisha continued to practice the skills she would teach her students later.

One day has passed. This morning Trisha made breakfast for her and Zeeko.

"You cook?" ask Zeeko.

"Simple cuisine only. It's important for energy."

"Today you started teaching?"

Trisha nodded.

"Good! We'll be busy after this."

Trisha blinks her lips. He chose not to answer Zeeko's statement.

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In the afternoon, Trisha accidentally comes to Zeeko's office to invite the man to eat together. But once there, Trisha does not find Zeeko in her office.

"Mr Zeeko is having a meeting outside with a client, Miss," Zeeko's secretary said.

Trisha scanned the appearance of the secretary he judged too open.

"Look! What's yourname?"

Intimidating gaze dominated Trisha.

"Sa-sarah, Miss."

"Do you know who I am?"

Sarah nodded.

"Good! From tomorrow, wear a slightly covered shirt. You want to work or flirt with people's husbands, huh?!"

Trisha's punishing sentence scared Sarah. It turns out that the rumors about Zeeko's wife being bar-barred were true. Not many people know about Trisha.

But for some people who are preoccupied with the lives of others, finally investigate who Trisha, Zeeko's new wife. Especially the female employees who admired Zeeko figure. They hope to touch Zeeko's heart and replace Ellea.

"You understand no?"

Trisha's tomboyish style made Sarah nod.

"Yes, Miss."

"Good! If you need to change your clothes now! Order it online."

Sarah nodded back. Trisha steps out of Zeeko's room. The plan to take Zeeko's heart was difficult.

"Don't give up, Trish! You can do it!"

Trisha exited the multi-storey building accompanied by whispering among the employees. It should be Zeeko who introduced Trisha in front of her employees. Trisha wanted it to be.

But because Zeeko seems to have no intention of doing it, Trisha acts first. Trisha doesn't care about people's scorn about her.

"She's the daughter of a rich family, but her appearance doesn't really show that."

"Mister Zeeko's new wife is no graceful. Very different from the late Madame Ellea."

Trisha clenched her hands hearing all the sneers. It was very desirable that he ripped the mouths of women who were heartily insulting fellow women.

"Ah, stop! I'm late for class. I've wasted my time coming here!"