Beautiful Lecturer Belongs to the President
Chapter 72

Kenneth Pov's

My breath was a little breathless after running from the parking lot. Opening the glass door with a wooden list, the beads of eyes immediately scoured around. Looking for a beautiful woman who can make me drunk. My eyes are focused on someone.

She looks beautiful. He smiled at two-year-olds who were sitting at a table. Look into his eyes so deeply. You can even drown the entire cafe, except for your child.

As he walked closer, he suddenly turned his head, making our gazes meet each other.

“You've arrived?” The words he spoke sounded excited, but to the one who understood, he was hinting at the opposite.

“Iya. As fast as I can.”

My gaze immediately fell on the slightly swollen face, with the corner of the injured lip.

“Who oppressed you?” My nadaku rose, gently holding his chin and watching his face. “Sick no?”

He smiled, lightly shaking his head. “No, but ...” he pointed his chest “Here hurts?”

His smile was fake enough, not enough to lie to a president like me. I don't know where he learned to play this kind of expression.

She was still sitting with a smile that she thought was sweet, and I was still standing looking at her. He was eager to ask about the problem he was facing, but ....

Instead of snoring, I hugged her. Buried his head to taste my torn bread. “You can cry if you get sick. When you're with me, you don't have to pretend to be strong.”

When I said that, my eyes were on Jenny. Cute little girl enjoying milk box. He looked like a obedient and obedient child, unwilling to make his mother's burden.

One hand stroked the mother's head, the other stroked her son's head. This moment, I will never forget.

She cried. I could hear her sobs trying to be held, complete with heavy, irregular breaths.

Right now I just understand, as serious as what problems he faces. This woman included a strong woman, even when she heard people ridiculing her. He is still ugly and doesn't care. However, at this time ....

After a while, he took his hands off my waist. She wiped the tears, then looked up to see me.

“In front of me, so yourself. Want to get angry, cry .. do it freely, okay.”

He did not answer in a voice, only smiled and nodded.

“Come home!” take me to hold her hand.

I guess, once we get out of the cafe, and he sees I'm taking a fancy car, he'll ask. However, it was just an original guess that did not come true.

“Hungry?” I break the silence.

He did not answer, only shook his head uninspired. It seems, his return home is enough to make himself depressed. Actually, what kind of situation was he facing?

Suddenly, I thought of turning the bow a little from the route I should have. Park the car at a resort.

“Why come here?” tanyakanya.

I didn't give him an answer right away, just helped him down and let him in.

“He said, soaking in hot springs can make the body relax, the mind is also calm. Sit here, I pesen room.”

Today, he is very obedient. Without asking, he just nodded and followed my words. Sitting sweetly in the lobby and letting me go to the receptionist myself.

“Welcome, Mr.”

“Give me room number 3434,”.

The two receptionists saw each other. “Sorry Sir, that room is not reserved for the public. We can give you another room.”

Aahh .. I think I forgot something important. Soon I'll reach into my pocket and call Zico. Ask him to tell the manager of the Resort, if their president wants to stay.

“Solve in five minutes, don't forget, have the manager raise the salary of the receptionist on duty today.”

After contacting Zico, I approached Kia who was playing with Jenny.

“You didn't ask anything?” I said after sitting next to him.

“What's the problem?” She's staring. Her gaze was flat, expressionless on her beautiful face.

“Taking you here ...”

“Udah explained, right? He said soaking in warm water can make the body relax. Coincidentally, I was curious and wanted to try.”

For some reason, hearing her answer like that, made me guess a lot of things. Since we met earlier, his nature has changed considerably. He who is so stubborn, how could such a withering and submissive man be?

Sajen ... Ritual ...