Happy Ending's
Chapter 70: You Are Perfect

Ammy is waiting for Darrel with elation at an elite restaurant in the Paris suburbs. His decision to go public the other day was the right one. The man finally took the initiative to contact her. Ammy hopes Darrel and his wife's relationship ends after finding out that her husband impregnated another woman.

The girl plays with her hair. Twist using his left right index finger and then take the glass from inside the bag made of genuine tiger skin and point it at the face. Thick makeup, false eyelashes, and purplish lipstick pulses have been perfectly washed away. Plus spray channel 05. Ammy feels very confident today. Just like some time ago when making a press conference about her pregnancy with Darrel.

Well, who in this town doesn't know him. Darrell. Famous writer and film writer. The connections are extensive and have many properties in France. Whatever the way, I'll get you back. It doesn't matter if you're married and even have children.

He looked at the cell phone on the table. Waiting for a message or phone call from Darrel. He was the most careless waiting, but for this one thing he could tolerate.

Darrel is a capable man, his parents are also a business, if they can get married, of course, Ammy no longer needs to worry about her work in the entertainment universe that is increasingly dimming because it is displaced by younger artists.

"Hi, Am." The voice sounded familiar behind his back. Darrell. The man who slept with her.

"Darrell! I've been waiting for you since!" The woman then got up from the chair and turned over. But when he found Keyla next to Darrel, his blood was immediately hot. Why is that woman sia*lan here?!

"I missed you!" said Ammy who scattered herself into Darrel's arms. The man has no expression. If not for wanting to straighten out this issue, he was reluctant to meet with Ammy. The girls have been more aggressive since their first date. "Did you miss me too?" Ammy's hand moved the place. It was at Darrel's waist now turning to the neck. He doesn't care about the woman next to him. Bodo time. Keyla was already considered a completely worthless stone.

"So your attitude is Ammy." Darrel releases Ammy's reddish-white hand. Overall, the girl was beautiful. Typical European women. Personally, however, Darrel only considers it a distraction. Just like the other women who came into his life for the past five years. Come and change and no one stays. To be precise, Darrel didn't want them to settle down. Nothing can ever replace his first love and his wife.

Ammy bent her face and sat back down. For a moment, he looked towards Keyla whose face was very calm. And that just ignited his emotions. Ammy's goal was to get them divorced. If Keyla were this calm, their percentage of separation would be very small.

"This is both of our business. Nothing to do with that woman!" ammy Sentak. I didn't want to mention Keyla's name.

"Keyla is my wife. And my business is his business. And vice versa." Darrel said firmly and did not want to measure long time with Ammy. He knew Keyla was uncomfortable and it took a lot of effort to get the woman to come with him.

The man pulled the chair and let his wife sit, while Ammy watched him with jealous eyes. "When are we getting married?" Without further ado, Ammy went straight to the point.

"I have no intention of marrying you, Am," Darrel replied casually then sat down next to his wife. "You shouldn't have involved the media. Don't you think the impact is on my family?"

"I don't care. If you want to blame, blame yourself. You're hard to contact. I never knew where you lived. Is that fair to me?" Ammy answered with her body leaned forward. "I just want you to take responsibility" continued Ammy later. He feels angry and jealous when he sees Darrel holding Keyla's hand. A truly upsetting sight.

"Darrell!" Ammy's breaking the table. Not accept the decision he just heard.

"Sorry, Am. Our conversation got here. My lawyer will call you. I hope I don't see you doing any more stupidity by involving the media. If you do it again, you'll know the consequences." Darrel held onto Keyla's shoulder and then took her away. Just walking a few steps, Ammy stopped their steps.

"Darrell! This is your son!" ammy shouted and several pairs of eyes headed towards them.

"Are you sure you're just sleeping with me Am? I'm not just sleeping with you. But, you're the only one pregnant. Isn't that weird? Oh, ja. My men are checking into the hospital where you checked yourself out. I hope there's nothing wrong with the report. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so kind to you."

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"You okay, Key?" ask Darrel behind the wheel. He runs the car at a slow pace and occasionally watches Keyla staring out the window. Since deciding to go with her husband to see Ammy, she hasn't talked much.

Darrel snorted waiting for Keyla's unfailing reply. But he also did not want to force the woman to talk. Because after all, this situation was not an easy one for him.

"Wanna see a movie? We can go straight to the movies."

"Hmmm! Can you still have fun?"

"I just want to cheer you up, Key."

"I don't understand your way of thinking. You already know what you're going to do to Ammy but pretend to be stupid in front of me."

"I can indeed be a man***** while dealing with my wife when angry," Darrel replied grinningly.

"Stop talking sweet. Okay well? I don't want to hear your appeal."