His Purpose
132. His Slip

Sandra Willis looks flat when one of her men informs her of the chaos of a secret warehouse branch of the Philippines. He knows exactly who did it.

It was none other than Gibran. After destroying the hospital, cutting off Eden's hand, the boy now tried to harass the source of his power.

"You're still rebelling" Sandra murmured.

Before long a man walked in and gave a nod of hesitation. "Madam, the car is ready. You want to go now?"

Sandra turned around from looking at the window. He just muttered to answer the question and immediately carrying the bag that was previously perched on the table.

He walked past the man who was nimbly following his steps.

Sandra Willis looks graceful walking like a model. His body swerved into the car when someone opened the door.

Black glasses perched on the nose. He looked down the window and told the man who had followed him. "You know what to do with Eden. Do immediately. Remember, no trace."

The man nodded obediently. "Okay, Madam."

Sandra nodded with satisfaction. "Road!" tell the driver.

The luxury car also shifted slowly leaving the super magnificent apartment area, where the highest floor is a new penthouse that Sandra lived in while in Indonesia.

Harley, the man in bule stature immediately pulled out his phone as soon as Sandra's car disappeared from view.

"Take him to a normal place" he said, calling someone.

He lowered the flat object back from his ear as soon as it was done. Then it turned around to enter the lobby and disappeared behind the elevator.

Meanwhile, Maria is having trouble wearing her clothes with the help of a nurse. He had just been wiped when suddenly the door opened showing Gibran. Quickly the man closed the door knowing that Maria was changing clothes. It was outside of the many bodyguards who were all men.

"Why not knock first? Just startling," dumel Maria. Then he screeched as the nurse involuntarily nudged his hand.

"Awh .." ringis Maria who of course drew the ire of Gibran.

The nurse apologized. "Ma-Sorry, Mom. I was completely unintentional" he said fearfully. He was surprised by Gibran's arrival. Know for yourself how the aura of the man.

But the intolerant Gibran berated the nurse and drove her away violently. Until the nurse ran out of the room.

"Damn. You're not a dick," whispered Gibran annoyed.

He immediately approached Mary and helped her slowly and carefully insert her sleeves. He was even afraid to touch a little bit of the hand that was digips it.

"illness?" ask Gibran concerned.

Maria grimaced without a sound. He glanced at the door that swallowed the sister's departure. Of course the feeling is not good. Gibran is so fierce to anyone.

"I told you Koko don't be rude."

Gibran glanced indifferently, then refocused on tying the support rope in Maria's hand. "I only promise you, not anyone else" he said casually.

Almost Maria clucked. Somehow it must be how else so that Gibran can be more friendly to others. Didn't you know that everyone was terrified just by hearing his name?

This makes Maria uncomfortable. It was as if they considered her husband a heartless monster.

Maybe Gibran is pretty ruthless. Very cruel even. The man killed people's lives like stepping on an ant. Maria had no idea how many people Gibran had previously suffered.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the bangs that had fallen on Mary's forehead and confirmed the location of the clasps holding her hair. He smiled looking at the smooth forehead of the wife who was exposed freely. Unable to hold Gibran planted a kiss there.

Long enough for the kiss to go down to the temple. Gibran smilingly rubbed the tip of his nose right at the corner of Maria's eyes. He then kisses the cheek and lastly clenches the lips accompanied by a few sips.

Maria did not resist Gibran's treatment. He pulled back the man's lips before Gibran himself moved away.

Gibran smiled giving the last kiss of lightning. "This way first, fear of obscenity," he said lightly.

Maria sneers. Gibran thinks who's always been naive? But sometimes it is, too, anyway.

"What do you want to eat?" ask the man again.

Maria thought for a moment. "What, huh? I don't think I want to eat anything."

That makes Gibran participate in brain twisting.

"Chicken soup? A cow? The beef? A salad? You can also eat fruit if you are not too hungry. The breakfast time is filled well."

"Yes already, fruit only," Mary broke up.

Gibran smiled. He went to the nightstand, took some fruit and peeled it for Mary. The man peels the apple quickly cf. Matt. Unlike Maria, the fruit she peels most often is an orange.

"Did Koko ever take a crafting class?"

"Hm? Why?" Gibran took a glance.

"Koko's hand is very expert."

Gibran chuckled as if Mary's words sounded funny. "I'm a pure business graduate, Plum. Peeling off just one of my many skills, as well as cooking. Anyway just peeling everyone off can be, right?"

Mary plucks the piece of apple that Gibran dropped on the plate, then bribes it in half scowling. "I can only peel oranges."

Gibran smiled slightly. "I know," he said unconsciously.

"Coko knows?" Mary asked in wonder.

Gibran was silent. He was lost in front of Maria. "Ah, I know because you've never been seen peeling fruit before."

Gibran sniffed indifferently. He set the table overbed and placed a plate containing various fruits in front of Mary.

"Eat." Gibran also placed a glass of milk and water on the table.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm out for a second. Nick just got to deliver the documents."

Gibran rushed out and closed the door in a hurry. The man disappeared quickly.

Of course it made Mary cringe. "Why shop, anyway? Bizarrely. Why would he even bother to come down? Nick always looks for her."

A moment Maria shook and shrugged indifferently. Whatever. Gibran is a very difficult person to understand. Forcing to understand it will only create stress and a lot of thoughts.