Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 28's

“You still want the white riding prince in your imagination?” though Jenson liked Rachel especially when the woman was lying like this on a pillow and sheets with hair unraveled like a fire blazing, cheeks slightly blushing, mouth at the end of a frown. “I want you, Rachel."

Those words penetrated his skin and made his muscles limp. Jenson didn't mean it. There's no way Jenson could mean it. “Being a married couple is something that requires a lot of thought. We need to talk about it more deeply."

“I don't want to talk about it.” Jenson pressed her lips against Rachel's lips until she could feel the woman's body soften. “We are not holding a company merger, Rachel, we will make love as a couple.”

“It's enough.” Rachel is trying to fight the turmoil of her desires. Be practical. That's the main rule. “We are business partners, Jenson. At least for the next few months. If we change it now, we can..”.

“If,” by Jenson. “If we could. Do you always need a guarantee?”

Rachel's eyebrows are linked when irritation blends with passion. “To see from all points of view required common sense.”

“I think you'll have your future lover fill out the registration form first.”

“You yourself never think with common sense,” tells Rachel.

“You would not have known love had it fallen on your head. Do you think it's wise, if a husband and wife then pretend not to do it? What you want to call prudence, I call hypocrisy.”

“Remember our agreement, we are just a pretend marriage. So save your na*sumu for your dancers and choral girls.”

“I've never made love to a woman I don't love and respect.” Before acting over the line and doing something more than just shaking Rachel up, she, he got up and walked towards the door while Rachel sat in the middle of the bed clutching the bedsheet and looking furious.

“It seems that you are very easy to spread love to people.”

Jenson just glanced at a glance, Rachel's thoughts were wrong about her, what she now felt for Rachel was different from how she felt about other women. But he did not give his argument, he chose to return to his room.

A cold war may not be as exciting as an open war, but with the right participants, such a war can be just as destructive. For days Rachel and Jenson watched each other. If one makes a sarcastic comment, the other gets ready and replies with the same rudeness. No one issued a red flag as a sign of a full-on attack, instead they denounced each other while the servants twirled their eyeballs and waited for bloodshed.

“Stupid,” cerca Jesica while closing the dough two apple pies. “Pampered children,” he told Nyoman. “They both need to be taught a lesson.”

“They still need to pass four more months.” Nyoman sat down grimly behind the kitchen table, enjoying a cup of tea. “They won't work if it goes on like this. And Mr. Robert wanted them to own this house. As long as they become the owners, we will not lose this house.”

“What will we do in this empty mansion if the two of them return to their respective homes? How often do each of them visit if you are no longer there?” Jesica put the dessert dough into a pot and thinned it out expertly.

“Master wants them to have this house, that's right. And he wants them to have each other. This house needs a family. It is up to us to make it happen.”

“You didn't hear their conversation at breakfast.” Nyoman sipped her tea and watched Jesica pour the wet apple mixture onto the dessert dough. “It had nothing to do with this. I've seen the way they look at each other when they think the others aren't paying attention. All they need is a little push.”

With a quick and practical move, Jesica filled the second dough. “We will encourage them, to get along well again.”

Nyoman stretched her legs. “We are too old to encourage young people to make up.”

Jesica grumbled briefly as she turned around. His hands were thick, and he had his hands tied around his waist. “To be old is the key. Lately you've been feeling a bit tired.”

“No, actually, I've been feeling better this week.”

“You feel tired,” repeat Jesica, scowl at her. “Now Rachel, is approaching for lunch. Just follow my lead. Try to look a little pale.”