My Destiny Love's
54. Go home early

It was late in the afternoon when Marcel once again confirmed the motion of his watch, he had seen dozens of times his watch to make sure he was home. Just as the clock was showing time to get home from work, Marcel enthusiastically walked out of his room to go home to his beloved wife

The few employees who saw their boss that quickly walked out of his room were astonished

" What's going on?" ask the employee one

" What is Mr Marcel doing? Tumben he came home early and you saw his face just now? He smiled" the second employee

" Hey you guys. Stop gossiping" reprimanded Tommy's assistant who was also ready to go home. He also wanted to go home early for a break after nearly thirteen hours of work today. His boss had gone completely crazy cutting two hours of his break this morning.

The employees rushed to disperse. They do not want to be like some of their friends who got fired this morning for making mistakes in data collection and receiving reports. Their leader is truly terrible. Morning like the devil who took his life and his sore came home with laughter as if without burden. They believe Marcel is out of his mind

Little whistles rang out all the way through him, Marcel was unceasingly smiling. He was angry this morning about his shares that were loose and also the performance of his employees who were really dilapidated. Today, he fired nearly fifteen employees in his office after learning of their behavior in falsifying data, and it is not impossible that one of them was a spy sent by Markus. Marcel is very careful now. He will suspect everything that happens after everything that happens to him

Entering the house and rushing into his mansion after getting out of the car, he went in to find his wife and found her in the kitchen, after Marcel searched the room before

His eyes looked at the waiters lined up with their nervous frightened faces upon seeing him. One of them wanted to speak up but Marcel raised his hand to say they were not allowed to speak. He looked at the wife's back that was focusing on stirring something in the pot

Marcel can judge from his wife's behavior that Vika must insist on wanting to cook alone without being helped by the servants he had arranged as a chef

" We tried to ban him, sir. But the young mistress did not want to listen" that was roughly how the frightened gazes of the servants were

His footsteps stepped quietly without a sound approaching the wife who was not yet aware of her presence. Slowly but surely, Marcel wrapped his arms around his wife's body, hugging her from behind

" What was my wife cooking until this focus?" marcel asked in the ear of his wife. Vika who got a sudden hug gasped in surprise and froze

" When are you coming back?"

" Just now. And it just so happened that I smelled good from the kitchen and it turned out that my wife was cooking" Marcel said

" Oh God! I miss you so much" he whispered in a sober tone that Vika in his arms bristled. Her husband had just returned home mad

" Let go of me first! Later my cooking is burnt" complained Vika was disturbed by the attitude of her husband

" Just leave it. Let the cuisine be the steward. You just serve your husband"

" Wouldn't! I want to cook, why are you bothering me?" Vika was getting upset. All day long she nagged the servants who tried to stop her from going down to the kitchen, and when she got the chance came her handsome husband who wanted to bother her back

" You don't have to do it, baby. Just let it be taken care of by the maid" Vika turned her body to face the husband with a sharp drawn gaze

" Let go of your arms. I want to cook" those lips kept on spouting words of protest

" Who are you cooking for?"

" For you, who else is it?"

" In that case, I said you don't need to cook and that means you're not allowed to cook" Marcel began to let out his dominant attitude that made Vika's eyes flicker looking at her husband

" but..."

" There is no buts! Now remove this thing" Marcel's hand moved quickly to remove the apron on the wife's body

" You! Take care of this cooking" Marcel ordered the waiter who stood staring at the behavior of their master

" Good sir" the servants replied obediently. Marcel pulled the wife's hand gently for Vika to come with him, although the pregnant woman's face began to frown because her will was blocked.

" Why not step up, baby?" Marcel looked confused at the wife who had not stepped foot one step earlier. The woman just stared intently at him without moving or saying anything

" Dear?" still no response

" You sure? You're gonna let me cook tomorrow without interruption?" asked Vika to get enthusiastic. Marcel sighed listlessly. His wife is really troublesome if she already wants something

" Yes"

" You promise?"

" oom.." Marcel nodded lazily when suddenly his body was hugged tightly by his wife

" Thank you husband" so quickly the mood changed. Marcel closed his eyes tired with the wife's fickle attitude

" Now we go to the room huh" Marcel said softly and Vika nodded spoiledly

" Snack" the voice sounded so spoiled with a plain smiling face. Marcel widened his eyes to look at the wife who reached out to him, hoping to be carried by him

" But baby, you are." No longer had time to finish the word when Vika was already struggling spoiled on the body of the husband. And do not forget the servants who throw faces holding back laughter at the behavior of the husband and wife

" You're pregnant baby" Marcel recalled again when his hand had held the weight of the wife's body

" It doesn't matter, does it? I'm sure you're not that weak" Marcel rolled his tired eyes. He was not strong enough to hold the wife who also brought their future children, but Marcel was afraid that it would make Vika content depressed, he was afraid of anything happening to the wife and her future baby

" Not because it's a pity, but.." Marcel was silent again when the wife's face now began to return uninspired and was about to move away from her body

" alright.fine baby. I'll carry you" said Marcel, finally giving up before his wife broke her mood and it was a bitch

" Then let's go up!" Vika hugged her husband's neck tightly and struggled like a child on his body

" No kiss for me?"

Cupp...

Vika kissed her husband's lips and smiled. He's a thousand times more spoiled now. His behavior can even be as small as a child after the confession of love to her husband

" Dear kiss, not kiss" Marcel protested as he continued to step into their room

" What's the difference?"

" Obviously different. And all you did was kiss, not kiss"

" I'll give it later when we're in the room" whispered the sensual Vika deliberately in the husband's ear

" Please don't fish, baby"

" Don't you come home early for this?" marcel's steps stopped and looked into his wife's eyes

" Am I that bad? Vika, listen! You're my wife, not my doll. Don't ever think I want to see you just for bed. Yeah! Even if it's more often"

" So, did you come home early today?"

" I want to give you something, baby" said Marcel, stepping back into their room

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