Mr. Billioneire Wife
Shirt fittings 2(Revised)

“Have finished choosing clothes?” a voice immediately greeted as Grace and Rachel walked through the door.

“Yes we have chosen, brother Belle you did not choose clothes?” Belle smiled, shaking her head briefly at the sign that she would not buy a shirt this time.

Not because it has no money, now Belle is a career woman may not have no money. But in his closet there are still many new clothes that he has not worn at all. Belle will wear one of those clothes.

“But I will choose one for Abigail.”

Tomorrow Belle will go see Keenan and bring Abigail along. That sweet boy must look beautiful and charming. Maybe Keenan was captivated and willing to admit it as a child.

“I'll help you choose." exclaimed Grace, not wasting the chance to speak four eyes with her brother.

“Come!” pulled Grace's hand out of the room and circled the child's clothes hanging neatly on the iron hanger.

“Are you sure you want to send Abigail to Keenan?" ask Grace. Belle had guessed, her sister was curious about her decision.

"Of course, I'm sure Grace. Let this be their last meeting." Belle replied in a wry tone.

“Whatever happens, you're not alone brother. I've always supported you." said Grace. Grabbing Belle's hand and holding her tight.

"I know that and I'm moved by all your words Grace. I have always treated you badly in the past. But you don't seem to hate me at all!” belle said sadly. Feeling like a bad woman who has sin.

“Last let pass brother, we will never advance if still shackled by the darkness of the past.” sage Grace. Belle feels like her sister is becoming a real grown woman.

“Then will we never tell all these events to them?” pointing at the door, she meant Rachel and Ara.

“No, should they not need to know it.” advice Belle. Not wanting to ruin Ara and Rachel's mood.

“What do we not need to know?”

Rachel's voice made the two of them grin on the spot. As they turned their heads, they were surprised to find two people being talked about standing behind them with flat faces.

Grace and Belle cast a glance at each other. Confused what to answer. If this is the case, Belle will have to tell her everything.

“I'll tell you everything. But not here, we're looking for a comfortable place" Belle said. They took the three men across the street and stopped at a nearby restaurant.

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Clothing fittings and accessories design has been done. Belle has also told all of her suffering to Rachel and Ara.

Of course Ara was angry and immediately contacted her brother Peter. He told the man to force Keenan to accept Belle and her daughter.

But in the middle of the conversation, Belle turned off the phone. Mengulum smiled and said she was okay. Belle managed to take care of Abigail and replaced her father for several years. Even the big Abigail Belle can still do it.

Belle doesn't want to force Keenan to take responsibility. All of this happened because of his own fault. Had he not planned to frame Alex, none of this would have happened.

As a result, Ara agreed to Belle's request and let Keenan off just like that. They all went home feeling upset. Even Rachel did not say goodbye.

“Ef I'm so tired, can you massage my legs?” pinta Grace to her busy husband struggling with his tablet.

“Don't I forbid you to leave, but you ladies insist!” angry angry. However, keep the foot soft on the wife.

“Iya-iya but moments like this rarely come Ef. You know for yourself right, after Ara is legitimately Steven's wife then everyone will return to their respective homes!” Damian clucked, what kind of absurd reason was that.

“You really like to argue, look at your feet until swollen. This is the result of insubordination on the husband!”

Keep babbling lecturing Grace non-stop. Grace only kept quiet occasionally scratching her non-itchy ears. Sometimes he also nodded in silence.

“Completed, has your fatigue decreased?” damian asked without raising his head.

Damian showered Grace's forehead with wet kisses. Before finally pulling the thick blanket up to cover Grace. Damian has an important meeting today. He had to leave Grace alone for the next few hours.

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That morning, Grace awoke without knowing the whereabouts of her husband. She yawned briefly, looking at the bright atmosphere from behind the window made her aware. The day has changed.

Grace took off her blanket, got out of bed and walked out of the room. "Girlie!" grace shouted calling the head maid.

"Yes madam. Is there anything I can help you with?" ask Ellie politely. Accompany with a friendly smile.

"I don't need anything, but I want to ask you something!"

"Please Madam, I will gladly answer all your questions!" abugn. A little nervous, but Ellie tried to cover up her nervousness.

"Where's my husband?" ask Grace to the point. A little upset, but also worried. This time Damian left without saying goodbye.

"I don't know mistress, I don't think the young master has been back since last night" Ellie replied honestly. Not covering up or making things up.

“Where is my phone, I'll call him. Just go back and get on with your work!" Ellie nodded, bowing respectfully before finally leaving her own young mistress.

“Why not raised!” when his call was not answered.

The car decitan left Grace flabbergasted. The woman rushed down to the bottom floor. Standing in front of the main door while swerving sharply towards Damian.

"Where have you been? why not say goodbye?" various questions Grace asked.

Grace clenched her hands as she saw a red sign perched nicely on Damian's collar. At first Grace thought it was blood, but the more it looked more and more like lipstick.

"I'm sorry, Grace, I think the meeting was a little long and I didn't have time to go home" Damian said, almost like a murmur.

"I understand, now go take a shower. I'll make you coffee!"

Cut off all negative thoughts and believe more in her husband's words. Damian can't have betrayed. The man loved her so much that he could not turn away.

Just a step past Grace's kitchen, an object fell out of Damian's briefcase. Grace frowned confused, what is this.

Thought that thing, his eye reflexes began to glaze over. Women's lipstick, I never wear red. Who's this thing belong to? inner wondering.

Damian cheating? there's no way Damian doesn't like being touched by other women. Maybe this is her coworker's lipstick.

"Ellie, make me some durian pancakes. I want to eat that. I don't know why I miss your delicious cooking!" Grace wants to restore her mood, so Grace asks to make pancakes.

"Well madam, I'll take her to your room later." Grace smiled and nodded three times before leaving the kitchen.

"Ef you haven't had a shower? why even sleep. Take a shower and just go to sleep again!" said Grace while putting a cup of coffee on the table located beside the bed.

Sruk up! Damian pulls Grace's arm, making the woman fall on her body.

"With me to sleep, you have no pity on your husband. Last night I had to sleep in a hotel room without hugging you!"

"Hotel?"

"Yes, I slept at the hotel last night. ALONE!" emphasize the last sentence. I hope his wife doesn't misunderstand me.

"Oh, then go to sleep. I'll keep you company." Grace kisses Damian's soft lips. Then drown his face in the chest of the field of the husband and again closed his eyes.

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