One Night With Stranger
Unforgivable

"Sir!" yuva exclaimed as she moved her body closer towards the driver. However, the next second, even without Yuva noticing, he was completely unaware of what was happening, the car stopped and the door lock opened.

Without paying attention to anything else, Yuva got down and ran. Until a voice stopped him.

"Is that how you thank me, Yuva?" The familiar voice made Yuva look over with hatred piling up. Why did all the people he avoided come one by one? Whose rotten plan is this?

When the hat was lifted, there was a face that had rarely interacted with him, looked at him cynically and fully supported every provocation that came. WTB! The man let out his evil smile as usual.

"Please leave if you still want to see Nando back!" Nonchalantly, the man who was none other than Manda's husband, passed by with an expression that made Yuva always want to punch him if there was a chance. He will do it with pleasure.

But Yuva considered shortly after Eric's departure. Yuva's gaze subconsciously swept across the entire building. And right, Yuva began to think about what Eric said, his feet running in the direction of the building, then he headed for a room that was a former wedding. Yuva looked at herself, then thought she could get her first job here. Maybe Eric who always comes home late is working on the Wedding Organizer or something.

"I need a job, Mom," Yuva told the woman passing in front of her. The woman was a bit concerned to see Yuva.

"Come with me!" his orders with a haughty head movement. The pace was quick and long, but Yuva came along happily.

"Come in, and finish all the things that are there, ten minutes to come to the hall, there will be more work!" the woman's orders. His gaze probed cynically. "Wear one of the shoes there, you're like an ancient man! What cave are you from?"

Yuva smiled smirked. "I ran away from home ...." Somehow Yuva felt this woman was kind behind her haughty and obnoxious attitude.

The woman passed by, under Yuva's grateful gaze. Yuva immediately tidied up the wedding trinkets that did not seem to be worn and took one of the canvas shoes that fit with her feet. Then he noticed that there was a slightly wrinkled female blazer among the pile of items. Yuva decides to take him, the next time he can wear that shirt if no one has.

Shredded jeans light blue faded and his oversized long-sleeved shirt is not bad but with his white tanktop, Yuva can change clothes later with this. Oh, is she officially a bum today?

The main hall was quiet, Yuva turned left right. There was only someone Yuva suspected of being a priest on the altar. He seemed busy reading something. Yuva weighed for a moment, bothering when she asked where everyone was? They seemed to disappear without a trace. Yuva put down two quite heavy boxes that she was carrying, then stepped in front of the altar hesitantly.

The second where he felt his heart fall from its place was when a hand pressed his head and his gaze suddenly blurred because it was blocked by a transparent cloth. Even so, he did not mistakenly recognize the face in front of him. Gerald Alister's.

The man smiled coldly and gripped Yuva's arm. Her lips said out loud, without distracting her from Yuva who wanted to run away but could do nothing about it. His legs were like they were being bewitched and frozen.

"My bride has arrived, Pastor!"

Yuva's eyes widened, her breathing was inhaled and stopped in her throat.

Gerald put his lips to his ears, "does the pastor need to know our love so that he will force you to make a promise before God? Here you'll be considered bad, while I'm willing to take responsibility for marrying you."

The fucking subconscious!

Bakhan Yuva instantly sensed how the man had fondled her last night.

"Think carefully! Only a noble-hearted man would want to find and marry an obscure girl like you."

Aware of the stark difference between Gerald being so classy and his tattered-looking self, Yuva let out a slow breath. The corner of his eyes glanced at the altar that seemed to be waiting for him.

Gerald easily led the worried and absent-minded Yuva. It seems that talking with a little sigh in the ear of a woman is still potent. The weak point that was so intoxicating that the hardened Yuva just obeyed it.

The priest quickly took a position, as Gerald put his flower-filled hand into Yuva's hand. He quickly uttered the marriage pledge.

Yuva unknowingly came to the word 'you are willing, Yuvara Angeline'

"Yes!" yuva shouted in shock. That's fast anyway?

The priest's grateful words and Gerald's with his smile that infiltrated his veil left Yuva confused.

"I know you're more than happy to be married to me, honey. I don't mind your previous refusal, for the sake of hearing that excited 'yes' scream." The smile that Yuva thought was the most evil and cunning smile, came out from Gerald's beautiful lips. Yes, from a close distance it looks like that. Sensual and seductive. WTB! What do you think Yuva?

Gerald who was rubbing Yuva's cheeks tilted his head, preparing to kiss Yuva's tiny round lips full of nervous shakes.

"No! Wait!" Yuva pressed on Gerald's chest tightly. "I asked, asking the pastor to repeat the question, not to agree with this marriage."

Tell that to God, Yuva!

The priest chose to leave, while Gerald chose to use his hands to tuck Yuva's slender waist into her stomach. Then drown the tiny lips that once a stroke had been devoured by the mighty lips of Gerald.

It's up to Yuva after this, which Gerald will definitely treat Yuva well. He did not know that he would find a woman who could make him fall in love when he first met. Nope-no. Perhaps as he tore apart the membranes of this innocent girl. But it was indeed beautiful and would not be forgotten by Gerald.