Revenge On Crazy Husband
10. Not Mr

Dancing at an elitist wedding is like a tradition. Then of course the dance for the bride and groom are also not missed at this wedding.

The soft and romantic music sounds flow as if they do not remember the commotion before the wedding. Everyone stood looking at the newlyweds who were mixing love with each other through their love dance.

Or at least that's what it looks like.

"Welcome to be my wife, Madam." Demetrio whispered between their romantic dances. "It seems that now you can sleep soundly in my arms."

Larisa smiled broadly. "I'm waiting for you to 'sleep soundly' in my lap."

Demetrio seems to be catching the emphasis there. But well, is this a normal person who frowns when threatened?

If the missile was currently planning to launch on him, he might still be smiling madly.

"Don't think about it, Larisa."

Demetrio twisted Larisa's body to back her, hugging the small waist while continuing to follow the dance rhythm.

"I'm sure she's a little crazy for losing me."

"You're supposed to drive him a little crazier to kill yourself in front of your house." Larisa replied while laughing innocently. "Thus it will be more interesting."

Demetrio gave a small grin. Obviously he caught Larisa's cue that he knew everything was just Demetrio's shitty plan.

"By the way, I heard you brought two maids to move in with you at my residence. Really true?"

"And as far as I know you say fine."

"That's how."

Larisa turned around to face Demetrio who was now staring right in both eyes.

"But" the man slightly bowed, "why is one of your servants a man?"

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"I didn't expect I'd dream of something this boring." Larisa immediately pulled off the tule robe from her dress shortly after entering the room.

A wedding is a boring place. Full of falsehoods, forced smiles, boredom and obnoxious things.

Upon thinking about it, it was much more interesting to see Viviane being tricked by Demetrio earlier.

His two personal servants came over immediately.

Larisa sits down to let Mia tidy up her hair, while Sakra comes holding out some juice for Larisa.

"Demetrio is suspicious of you" Larisa told her assistant.

Of course, Sakra was alluded to by Demetrio.

"I don't think it's very common to hire a male personal assistant if I'm a woman. That's discriminatory."

Sakra shrugged indifferently. "Aren't you and I not in the servant-master relationship?"

Larisa's smile instantly developed.

Yeah, that's right too. This man is not his assistant. Or perhaps the more subtle way it says is, Sakra works as an assistant as well as something else.

She's Larisa's dark lover for the past two years, but they're not in a relationship because they love each other.

Larisa only makes Sakra as an outlet for her hatred of Demetrio, while Sakra serves Larisa because of a debt of gratitude.

Mia and Sakra, they are the 'only' beings in this world that Larisa believes in. Because they both owe him.

"Then, how are you going to handle it? That guy might be making trouble again if he finds out you're not a holy girl."

Larisa laughing. "Did I look holy the first time we made love?"

"No, Madam." Sakra answered with confidence. "You are the most unholy of all sinful men on earth. Just relax."

"Mia, have him carry his manners at all times."

"But Sakra was right, Madam." Mia replied while curling up Larisa's long hair. "What if Demetrio complained to Uncle Madam?"

"That would be bad," Larisa replied casually, as if not caring.

But the two of them, who worked for Larisa for the past two years, certainly memorized that Larisa was not trying to torture her.

He has his own plan.

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