My Handsome CEO: I Love You, sir
Julio, not Sergio

Kalista hates crowds. It often made his heart flutter violently and his hands cold. In the medical world, he said it was called panic disorder or the like. Kalista didn't tell anyone about this, not even the Director.

This time it was not because Kalista thought it was ordinary or anything, but Kalista felt it was a great weakness. When he was in a crowd, especially a crowd where people knew that he was a mistress, Kalista was afraid of a sudden attack.

It reminds him of school. It felt like everyone was looking at Kalista, laughing about her and assuming she should never have lived in this world.

"Calistas, here we go." Julio came up with a spirit, bringing a special glass of cold chocolate extra full-cream milk.

But Julio immediately stopped, seeing Kalista sweat badly.

"Sweety." Julio gently called out to him, holding Calista's trembling hand. "You're shaking and your hands .... Are you okay?"

"Yes. Perfect." Kalista smile. All right, now there's a diversion.

If there's Julio or Sergio or Papa or Bu Director, Kalista feels fine. He believed in them.

"Not that perfect." Julio turned to Rahadyan who had focused on the chat of the fathers. "Come. We go off."

Kalista happily joined. His hand held Julio's hand, slowly feeling his heartbeat slow down.

That's not a big deal. As long as Kalista is not alone, she is fine.

Julio takes him quietly away from the party, but instead goes very far. He simply pulled over to the other side far away, where the noise of many people was faintly heard. They are also covered by plants until the part is slightly dark but comfortable for the Kalista.

Especially with Julio.

"Hehe, thank you, brother." Calistas-cenganges receive chocolate from Julio. "Sir Julio is really good, so I want macarin."

Julio it's hard not to laugh. "That's Sergio who's whirring. He said you like chocolate. There's a bob too. Cobain."

Although Sergio's name is mentioned, Kalista focuses on Julio's face. Suck a cold chocolate plus boba in his glass, then smile.

"Enak, Brother. Thanks yeah."

"Sergi—lah." Julio gave up suppressing his sister's name because Kalista really only saw Julio's face. "Good you like."

"Yes, Brother. From what sister is not."

"Ohya? I gave you a chocolate cake, your face was like squirming a frog."

Calistas are choking. "That's Papa's fault!"

"Sergio told me a lot about you." Julio rested his hands on the boundary wall, staring at the expanse of the city atmosphere from their height. "But he never told me you had social anxiety."

"That's not social anxiety, brother. Just ...."

"Aahm?"

Kalista exhaled a sigh of resignation. "You got me."

Kalista's answer made Julio spontaneously raise an eyebrow, smiling amusedly. "Okay, I got you?"

"But it's not that bad, brother. I was in the party yesterday, right? I am ordinary. Just ...."

It's just that if the Kalistas know they know Kalistas, it becomes a little scary. Because in a foreign environment, Kalista just looks like .. the spoiled child of a big boss but in the eyes of those who know ... Kalista is a despicable child.

"Now I really got you." Julio reached out, pinching Kalista's cheek slowly. "You make people take care of you."

Kalista was stunned to hear that sentence.

He is not blind. Not deaf at all. In Julio's eyes, Kalista was just the little sister of a troublesome uncle who he inevitably cared about, but was indeed a little adorable and he liked that.

Even so, the heart of the cyst is still pounding for different things.

He really likes Julio. Fuck if he likes it just because he's too handsome or something else, but Kalista really likes it.

"Anyway I think I need to start Gio—"

"Sister Julio." Kalista held the man's arm before he left, ending this moment. "I ...."

"Hm?" Julio raised an eyebrow.

"I want Brother here." Kalista moved closer. "Not Gio but Julio's sister."

Kalista knows Sergio likes him. Kalista is not a fool. But ... Just because Sergio likes him, doesn't mean Kalista has to like him back, right?

"So, Brother Julio is leaving, jaudah." Kalista let go of Julio's hand as she stood before him right. "Not to call Sergio."

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