My Possessive Bodyguard's

My Possessive Bodyguard's
CHAPTERS. 79 Let Everyone Know


yes.tak..tak....


The tip of the heels followed Valerie every step like a princess in a kingdom. Her dress was waving, the guests were staring at her sparklingly and their applause was so festive. Valerie didn't expect tonight to be such a special surprise for the rest of her life.


The wedding celebration like a princess as well as the publication that Valerie wanted all achieved. Those up there will be witnesses to how happy Valerie is tonight.


The handsome face wrapped in a suit at the end of there was already waiting with a hand out. Valerie wanted to reach him, as well as hug him or kiss him. All he wanted to do right now, until unknowingly his footsteps had reached that fast.


"Good night my beautiful wife." Victon said with a big smile. Valerie replied with a very sweet smile and then received a helping hand from Victon.


"Today I will make an important announcement. Things that have made the public restless about various rumors circulating. I, Victon Ghaffari would like to clarify that this beautiful woman is my legitimate wife and the full owner of my heart. Please, for those in line immediately disperse because I have sold out. thanks." Victon said loudly making the whole building laugh.


In another corner.....


"Oh, swear! Victon made me puke hueekk.." Ejek Jordan who has been a witness to his best friend vowed.


"Uncle papa." Cheryl patted his papa's chest.


"Yes dear. That's Uncle Victon same as aunty Valerie." Rara pinched her daughter's puffed cheeks. "Don't you know better!" He said again while staring at the horror of Jordan beside him.


"Not more, but romantic darling." Unknowingly, Jordan steals a kiss on his wife's beautiful lips and doesn't care even if they're in a crowded place. "The habit!! that's seeing his son not ashamed of what?!!"


"Then what? cheryl laughed, didn't she have a son?"


"Kilihih." Cheryl was so excited.


Wooohoooo.....


The clapping became more and more intense. Starting from, important guests, business partners, colleagues Valerie first, friends and also the flirtatious bees who have long been in line to be the candidate wife of Victon, Victon, everyone is present and now meets the event.


"Everything will be fine, baby. Oma sure, Val is a strong woman. Be happy, those up there will be happy, okay?" The warm embrace of the Oma is so soothing and relieves the nervousness that has struck Valerie since.


"I love Oma and Opa." Valerie tightly hugged Oma and her Opanya at the same time. Holding back his tears that were soon wasted, but he tried to stay strong.


The event lasted quite long and lively. All the luxury food and entertainment from the top singers who entertain the guests.


"Why? where's that sick?" Victon touched the wife's grimacing hand. If it's tired, Victon can stop the party immediately, but Valerie refuses so she doesn't do it.


"I'm not papa, this important day must be completed properly." Valerie said slowly.


"Relatedly? if we're tired, we can't take a break first."


nyuttt....


Valerie also pinched her husband's waist. "Who am I like this? You forced me. If you know there will be a surprise, I should not have been invited that way." The whisper of Valerie then. Really his waist feels like it is wrapped around the rope and also painful.


Victon crouched down in front of Valerie who was sitting while putting on a clear face. "It's enough to sit here, let me welcome the guest." Victon felt guilty. He was exaggerated earlier, he should be more attentive so that his wife is not sick like this.


"Don't."


" it's okay. I'm just saying that my wife is tired of fulfilling her obligations." Victon said with a frontal. Valerie smothered her mouth and stared with horror, but the man chuckled and kissed her palm.


"Valerie do you remember me?"


The distinctive baritone voice that Valerie was familiar with. Not good memories but bad ones. Valerie was patterning the presence of the crossbred man standing firmly in front of her, she trembled and suddenly felt terrified again.


she's she?


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- To Be Continued