My Little Gwen's
Wife prospective age Daddy

Zafier is busy with his work. But if you pay attention, the net actually does not focus on the laptop. Her net alternately looked at this beautiful woman and the photo of little Gwen in figura on her desk. He was wondering how old the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa was. The curiosity that kept tickling it, made him subconsciously ask, "How old are you Miss?".

"Hmm..yes?", Sheza who was engrossed in her phone, was a little surprised. His gaze moved from his cellphone, raising his face to look at the man, trying to make sure he did not hear wrong. Although in his heart he grumbled, what business does this man ask his age?

When Sheza responded by turning to Zafier, he did not realize his shoulders were slightly raised which made the oversize sweater he was wearing sagged, to show his white skin. Zafier threw a glance in the other direction.

"How old are you Miss?", asked Zafer again. This time Zafier asked with full awareness. Even if he realizes that his question is a little sensitive. But it felt like giving up would only embarrass himself.

Sheza's forehead is wrinkled. "I'm sorry, didn't I hear wrong? Young Master asked me my age?", Sheza asked back to make sure.

"Must I not know the age of my father's own future wife?", asked Zafier flatly.

Sheza took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions and prepared to face the man in front of her. Honestly, he felt a little intimidated by the gray netra.

"I'm sure people with higher education like you definitely know that age is something very sensitive to ask" Sheza replied.

"Yes I know, but it will only be sensitive if we ask other people, while we will be a family, so I think it is normal, Zafier said. Unconsciously the corner of his lips curved, he pulled the thin corner of his lips barely visible.

Sheza was completely at a loss for words. He doesn't know what else to give. Already he should just mention his age, he does not want to extend the conversation with things that are not useful. He wanted to talk to the point, he was uncomfortable having to stay in this room for a long time just alone with this man. Adjacent to this man is not good for his heart health as well as his emotional stability.

"I'm 23 years old", Sheza replied short, there's a tone of annoyance in it.

Zafier was surprised, looking at the woman in front of him. How not, the same age as the current Gwen. But a second later, his expression returned flat.

"What's the matter?", he asked, as Zafier looked at him with a complicated gaze.

"Hmm.. nothing, Miss's age reminds me of someone" Zafier replied flatly.

"There's still something the Young Master would like to ask, perhaps where was I born? what hobby? or other things that you think are important about me" Sheza asked insinuatingly.

"If Miss doesn't mind to tell, why not?", said Zafier indifferently. He calmly continued his words, ignoring the woman who looked so upset

Zafier looked surprised, he did not expect that the desire of this woman in front of him to talk was about the intention of his move to the apartment.

Zafier took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, then continued, "Miss Sheza, instead of me refusing to agree to Miss's move but Miss is my father's future wife, because my father is currently in a bad condition, Miss's safety is my responsibility. If only Daddy Zaki had been well, I would not have interfered to ensure Miss's safety. I hope Miss understands, let alone Miss knowing for herself that the current situation is not very conducive. Daddy's enemies are very aggressive, doing all sorts of things to get revenge. And Miss knows for herself that Miss is already their target. I'm sure Miss is smart enough to understand all that. I don't want to take any chances" Zafier explained at length.

Sheza. He was well versed with Zafier's explanation, but he could not stay longer in this mansion, let alone be in the room he currently occupied. He felt very uncomfortable.

Sheza took a deep breath, how else could she convince this handsome man in front of her to allow himself to return to the apartment. He was very sure he could take care of himself.

"Young Master doesn't have to worry about my safety. I believe I can take care of myself" Sheza said with full confidence. "I'm only your father's future wife, not yet a wife, so you have no obligation to protect me" he continued.

Zafier looked at the woman in front of him fixedly.

"Is Miss sure? Miss felt for herself how cruel Daddy's enemies were", there was doubt in Zafier's words.

"I don't mean to hold Miss back, but all options are with Miss. I can't possibly impose my will on Miss, but my advice is that you should really think up to the worst. I don't want to be the one to blame if something happens that endangers Miss's life" Zafier stressed.

Sheza. Every word that came out of this handsome man had a point. Everything was for his own safety. He began to worry, not knowing what to make decisions. Sheza took a deep breath.

"Is Miss's discomfort due to last night's events?", asked Zafier in full questioning. Sheza was a little misbehaved.

Zafier took a deep breath in trying to neutralize his feelings that were beginning to betray. However, it should clear up this misunderstanding. He had absolutely no ill intentions towards the woman in front of him. All pure is just his accident.

"I'm sorry for my attitude that night", this time Zafier's apology sounded more sincere and regretful. "Miss reminds me of someone when Miss was sitting on that swing" Zafier felt he had to be honest.

Zafier then stood up from his seat of greatness. His hand grabbed the picture frame that was on his desk. Slowly he walked towards the sofa where Sheza was. He stood beside Sheza. He handed the picture to her. He did not sit, but stood beside Sheza. "Miss look at this photo. This little girl's name is Gwen".

Sheza grabbed the photo figura that Zafier handed over. Look at the face inside. He slightly gasped, a familiar face to him. Yes ... photo iti is a little girl who is often present in her dreams.