Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 109
Two weeks went by, exactly today was the five months of Gerald and Cathleen's marriage. The relationship is getting better and closer. Gerald also showed a lot of changes. The man had not slept more than midnight, always got up early, talked more, showed warm treatment, and slowly had grown the seed of love although still a little.
At least Gerald's progress is fast. Although still can not eliminate the habit of playing games, because it is ingrained and indeed since childhood very interested in online games. Even when the age of seven years had bought a variety of paid online games to spend parents' money as much as twenty thousand euros.
But, Gerald's love of online gaming was never deterred by Daddy George and Mommy Gabby. They support whatever the child's choice is. But still balanced by providing education that hones the ability to be useful for the future. And in fact, Gerald was never as lazy in the family as Cathleen thought he was unemployed.
For one week Gerald continued to shuttle Cathleen, to be more animated with the predicate of unemployment in the eyes of the wife. It also reduced the bad chance that Cathleen hit something again. Because, seven days ago, the woman had just hit a roadblock. Thankfully, no one was hurt.
Rather than losing a woman a second time, Gerald would rather be the driver alone. Time is flexible, no need to go to the office.
“Ge, I will continue to trouble you if it is like this,” Cathleen said. He tends to be easy not to enjoy others.
“Already, there is also a good thing you have a husband tunakarya,” reply Gerald while stroking the surface of Cathleen's hand gently.
Cathleen slightly tilted her sitting position in order to face the man who had filled half of her heart space. “How about you just work as my driver? I'll pay.” He tried to make an offer. To this day, I still do not know what the husband does.
“Tak want, I prefer unemployment but a lot of money.” Gerald's hand rubbed the top of his wife's head as the car stopped in front of the company where Cathleen was working.
Gerald did not respond to the wife's rant. He opened the seatbelt before Cathleen let go herself. Their eyes sat at each other at close range.
“Tonight I want to ask you out on a date, do you have any free time?” gerald asked without batting an eyelid, he was enjoying the face of the wife who turned out to be very sweet.
Cathleen's head automatically nodded. “Of course there will always be time for you.”
“Good. Later in the afternoon I pick up, as well as we immediately berangka.” Gerald touched the top of Cathleen's head, rubbed it gently, and lastly sprinkled a kiss on the forehead for a while.
Cathleen until sculpting get sweet treatment from the figure of a man who used to be very stiff and reluctant to touch or be touched by it, or touched by it, it is now often spread sugar too much to make him forget the figure of Edbert who often haunts the mind because of the fear of being snared by the man.
“Happy work, Dear.” For the first time Gerald called his wife not to use her real name. Even the rubble on the cheeks from the burly fingers made Cathleen hold her breath.
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...Bego's breath! Could die you!...