Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 122

Sorry yes, dear Readers 🙏 Author can not love Dian and Joe united because here Joe has a soul mate 😘😍💗 anyway a girl who makes Joe's mood jumbled, deh 😄. If Dian emang already Author has outlined to Riyadh a ❤💗😂. Okay, Readers? Love you all 😘😘😘.

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"So really, Om Joe's not mad?" ask Marissa again.

Joe chuckled softly then slowly the cold man shook his head.

"No, Miss. After all I never expected Madam Dian to be able to repay my feelings towards her."

Joe's answer at that time made Marissa calm. He smiled with satisfaction and reflexes slammed into Joe's arms.

"Thank you, Om!"

Joe is a drunk because Mr. Marcello's beloved little wife is hugging his body. Quickly, Joe broke the young woman's embrace.

"Together, Miss. But please don't hug me. I'm afraid someone misunderstood me later."

Marissa chuckled, "I'm sorry, Om. So happy I even hugged Om."

"Yes, already. You'd better go back to your room. I'm afraid Mr. Marcello saw you here with me and then misunderstood" Joe said.

"Om right. I'd better get back because I've been leaving Daddy alone in the room for too long."

Right at that moment, what was feared by Joe happened. The figure of Mr. Marcello was already right in front of the two of them. The man's facial expression looked different than usual and it made Joe feel completely wrong.

"Good night, Mr. Marcello."

Marcello did not answer. His face looks sour. He walked over to Marissa and looked at her face with the gaze of his eagle.

"It's time to come back, Cha."

Marissa immediately grabbed Marcello's burly hand and hugged him as she stepped together towards their room. While Joe can only scratch his head that does not itch while watching Marcello and Marissa who are now walking away from him.

"Did Mr. Marcello see that lightning hug Miss Marissa had done earlier, huh? Ah, I hope not. If that's true, then my career will be at stake" Joe murmured.

Meanwhile.

"You like Joe, don't you?!" 

The question came from Marcello's lips. His tone sounded faint and his face was still sour, the same as before.

"Well?!"

Marissa was confused, why suddenly Marcello said that. He knitted his eyebrows while looking at the man.

"What does Daddy mean? I don't understand,"

Marcello let out a rough breath. "It seems like my question is clear, just answer it, yes or no. Beres, right?" reply Marcello.

Marissa was confused by Marcello's response. He began to think about his conversation with Joe just now and he was so shocked after realizing that Marcello was jealous of him.

"Daddy's jealous, huh?!" marissa asked, still looking at Marcello's face walking beside her.

"No!" ketus Marcello with both netra who remain focused forward.

"Daddy saw it, huh? Well, Icha sorry, Dad! Icha reflexes to embrace Om Joe because Icha is so happy when she hears the answer from him" said Marissa.

Marcello stopped his steps and was followed by Marissa. She stared fixedly at Marissa's face as she frowned.

"What are you talking about?" ask Marcello seriously.

Marcello's face flushed red upon hearing Marissa's reply. He was convinced that something was being hidden by his little wife.

"You've learned to lie from me, huh, Cha!" resounding.

Marissa was silent for a moment while replying to her Husband's eagle gaze with a sad face. Didn't he promise his mother not to talk about this matter to Marcello.

"Actually Icha has promised not to talk about this matter to you, Dad."

"Say!" her word.

Marissa shook her head slowly with a clear face. Marcello's anger was already in the crown. He breezed away at a pace so quickly that he left Marissa.

"Daddy, wait!"

Let alone stopping, Marcello did not even want to look at Marissa. He even accelerated his pace until Marissa had to run small chasing the man's footsteps.

"Daddy, okay! Icha will tell you everything!"

Marissa grabbed Marcello's hand and held on to the man's hand while breathing in. Marcello stopped his steps. He noticed Marissa's tired face from chasing him. Marcello actually did not have the heart to see his little wife like that, but at this time he was really upset because Marissa had begun to dare to hide something from him.

"Actually, this has something to do with Mom, Dad. Mom and Om Joe" replied Marissa.

Marcello did not answer. He raised his eyebrows, asking for further explanation from the woman.

"We'd better talk about this in the room. I'm tired and I want to rest,"

"All right,"

Marcello lifts Marissa's body and carries her to the room. Marissa smiled as she held her hand against Marcello's neck.

"Daddy's not angry anymore, is it Icha?"

"Depending on your story" he replied.

"Trust, Dad. This has nothing to do with me and Om Joe. It's all about Om Joe's feelings for my mom,"

"What?!"

Marcello again knitted her eyebrows back to Marissa.

"Well, right. Curious, right?!" marissa Goda.

"It's best to tell me before I die of curiosity."

Marcello opened the door of her room and then stepped onto the bed. Slowly he put Marissa's body there and sat down next to her.

"Come, tell me now!"

"But promise, Daddy won't discuss the matter to Om Joe!" marissa's gaze stared at the man.

"Yes, yeah! I promise!"

"Actually Om Joe likes Mom, Dad-"

"What?!" cry Marcello.

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