Mrs. Crazy And Mr. Perfects
CHAPTER 4| JARS AND SECRETS

“You must be joking, Selena.”

Selena pretended to stare out the window, avoiding Ocean's sharp gaze. If only the position was better, obviously Selena would shout back, firmer and louder.

“You call this food?” Ocean's forehead frowned deeply as his eyes fell back on the sandwich with a shape in front of him. Irregular vegetable pieces, charred eggs on one side, mayonnaise and messy melted cheese. In short, the sandwich made the appetite disappear instantly.

“What do you expect from seven minutes? It's good I gave you breakfast.” Selena crossed her arms, grunting softly.

The sound of Ocean's breath was heard afterwards. The man nodded slowly, then supported his head with one hand. “Although quite upset now, but I will try to understand you, Selena. All your life you've probably never touched a frying board. All right, forget breakfast. If you sweep and mop, you can, right?”

Selena's lips crept the oath. Look at that shitty face. Selena swore one day she would be able to pin him down with her seven-cent heels.

Unfortunately, despite being struck by overwhelming annoyance, Selena could not do much. Whether because of her watered-down brain or indeed basically Ocean had never lost, she was always one step ahead of Selena.

With wide strides, Selena walked towards the storage room of the cleaning tool that Ocean had just appointed. He took the vacuum cleaner, tried to turn it on. Die. There was no sound of the slightest engine desing.

“Corrupted, I haven't had time to buy a new one.” Ocean was already standing in the doorway, chanting casually. “In that corner, there's a broom. You can use it, Selena. Ah, all of you clean all the stuff and the table with a rag and a duster. Spirit, yes!”

Selena's hand was getting tighter gripping the vacuum cleaner, the desire to throw the object to hit the Ocean's head getting bigger. What kind of humiliation is this? A Selena Jasmine was told to sweep and wipe? Even in her roles, Selena has always been the daughter of a wealthy family or conglomerate.

With her legs occasionally flicked to the floor, Selena grabbed a broom and a duster, starting from the corner of the room. Countless times have he cursed Ocean to get into the ditch or suddenly aliens come to this house and drag him away. Cruise ships and villas? He should have forgotten it. Ocean obviously wanted to trample on his pride.

While the object of Selena's swearing is now straightening her legs on the sofa, eating apples, while reading the newspaper. Ocean occasionally glanced at Selena, making sure she did her job well.

For five minutes, Ocean was made to jerk when the sound of shards sounded loud. Selena had already shouted even louder in the corner of the room, shocked mixed with fear.

One of the jars broke. Selena accidentally nudged the urn while cleaning the table.

Don't ask how Ocean is now. It was as calm as the Amazon River. Patience evaporated.

“Can't you do one thing right? The urn I got with great difficulty, paid dearly at the exhibition. Is there really nothing you can do but whine and act, Selena? Absolutely childish and useless!” Ocean vents his frustration at Selena whom he has been pining for ever since their reunion at dinner. Ocean really can't stand Selena's attitude like that. So, it feels right that Ocean labeled Selena with the nickname ‘Sweet Princess who is Stupid’.

Ocean's sharp speech brought about a change in Selena's face. That shocked and fearful look was replaced by a nano and injured gaze. His hand checks on the broom are getting tight. His eyes suddenly warmed.

“Ya ..” Selena tried to defeat her inferiority, but her voice instead sounded hoarse due to the cries she endured as strongly as possible. “I am indeed useless, Ocean. Fellowship. Not talented. Powerful, but I'm just for my family. Even though I won many awards, I was just a failed actress. All that is just an appreciation for the nominal money Papa gave them. No more ...”

Silence enveloped the room. Ocean silently looked at Selena who was holding back tears. Time seemed to crawl, second by second also brought guilt that engulfed the heart of Ocean.

Carrying the worst memories of her life, talking about it as if she wasn't hurt enough, without Selena noticing instead made the gaping wound even wider. His chest felt tight, and his throat was choked.

Feeling that her tears would soon shed if she continued to face Ocean, Selena decided to leave from there. But not a step he moved, just about to lift one of his legs, Ocean first said softly, “Sit's there.”

Selena snorted, not heeding Ocean's words.

“Say silence there!”

Ocean's call made Selena undo her intention to leave from the corner of the room. Instead, he cast a sharp gaze like he was about to plunge an arrow right in the heart of the Ocean.

For just a second, before Selena finally gasped slightly as Ocean passed through the shards of the urn just like that. Even though he was wearing footwear that wrapped around his feet, it was still a piece of glass that could injure him.

And what makes Selena's eyes buy instantly is when Ocean turns over, then slightly lower her body in front of Selena. “Ayo, up. You're not wearing footwear.”

Selena's frozen. Ride up Ocean's back? You mean Ocean wants to carry her? Whether Selena was dreaming or hallucinating, Ocean definitely did not look like the man who would do just that.

Three seconds into consideration, Selena pushed Ocean's back slowly. He still has his pride. It would be a shame if he followed Ocean's words when an emotional dramatic event had just happened.

“Don't make me repeat my words, Selena.”

“Forget. I don't need your help.” Selena threw away her face.

“Well if that's what you want.”

Without warning, Ocean lowered his torso, placed his left hand on Selena's back and his right hand on her leg, then hap, Ocean easily lifted the woman. Clearly Selena rebelled, moving her legs up and down while shouting for her to be taken down. But let alone obey Selena's will, Ocean as if not at all disturbed by everything he did, continued to walk through the broken jar.

Selena was taken down after arriving at the long sofa. Snorting at a glance, Selena immediately stood up, galloping towards her room, then slammed the door.

What Selena did not know, after the door thumped shut, Ocean walked over limping to take the red medicine. His leg was injured by broken urns.

And what Ocean didn't know, after the door thumped shut, Selena felt the heat running down her cheeks. His face was red.

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