Secretly Married to an Actor

Secretly Married to an Actor
Wife?


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Nayla thoroughly cleans the kitchen space in as much detail as possible. It wipes away all the dust and stains. Suddenly his activities stopped. He heard a cell phone ringing from his room. Hurry up He put down the napkin He was holding before running into the room


He looked up at the table leading to the sound. Not his phone that reads but Reynand's cell phone. The phone was dropped, but the call suddenly stopped.


The phone screen is still on. Airin, so the name of the missed call was.


Suddenly Reynand's phone rang back, the same name. Spontaneous Nayla instantly lifted him up.


“Hallo Rey, I miss.” The voice of the woman named Airin sounded very soft and spoiled. Nayla cursed herself. Why should he raise that call.


Nayla immediately rushed towards Reynand's room. The woman's voice is still heard.


Just then in the room, Reynand just came out of the bathroom. He was trying to dry his hair. It feels pretty fresh. After that he glazed over the mirror. Look at his handsome face. His face has not changed. Still as handsome as ever. There are a lot of women who are interested in it. So this face is what makes them hysterical. He continued to trace the shape of his face with an eye. Apparently secretly he's a pretty narcissistic person, too.


Geck! Geck!


Knock from outside her bedroom door.


It knows. It was definitely Nayla. Who else will knock on the door. Only one person lives in this apartment with him. He stepped towards the door and opened it.


“Why?”


Nayla reflexively lowered her head. Reynand was only bare-chested at the time. Not long to see the man's body. But he has seen sixpack abdominal muscles and Reynand's muscular arms. Something he had never seen in real.


“There's a call.” Nayla handed him the phone that Reynand lent her last night.


Reynand turned her gaze towards Nayla before grabbing the phone. He's researching. Noticing Nayla who handed it over while looking down. The girl looked sweaty. Maybe the activities in the kitchen had drained his sweat. Not long before he woke up. He seems to know why the girl is looking down. Reflex He covered his chest by crossing both hands.


“Ya. Thank you.” Grab that phone. With his other hand still covering his chest. Seen the phone's screen the phone call is dead.


“I-iya.” Soon Nayla passed. He thinks Reynand needs to talk to the woman. That man must have had a lot of girlfriends.


Nayla closed her eyes, why did He have to see such a thing.Suddenly she became amused herself to think of him. He did not understand why his friends were so curious about the man's ABS. The term that his friends often mention for men who have a nice body and muscular. He had just understood the term because Saints often mentioned it to his favorite idol. The boy is absolutely crazy about Korean Drama.


Nayla immediately shook her head. His mind was floating everywhere. It is better now that he immediately continues unresolved cleaning.


Nayla's cleaning up the apartment is over. At that moment he was sitting on the bed. His head was still wrapped in a towel. He had just finished bathing because his body was so sweaty earlier.


Suddenly his mind had floated, He remembered his home. Remember Mami and Romeo. When he was at home, he would do the same. Help Mommy clean the house. Cooking Romeo's favorite meal when his sister whines hungry at night. Now Mami must have been more bothered. Mami has to work until night and has to take care of the house and Romeo alone. He felt sorry for Mommy. My mother raised him and his sister alone. My mom has to work hard for them. Nayla starts to get bad thoughts again. She is a very thinker girl.


A few moments later he thought about himself. How will his fate be. He felt trapped in this marriage. He wants to go to college. He has dreams and ambitions. But, will he be able to accomplish everything later. Although Mami once convinced him about it, but, he could not stop thinking about it.


Reynand, that man doesn't know what he thinks of him. He certainly doesn't care either. He just obeyed his grandfather. He's older. She graduated from abroad and has a job. Busy people definitely would not think of many things like this. He is a very famous person and is on the rise. Their relationship is clearly different. Reynand is an artist with many friends. Reynand definitely gets along with everyone of all ages. While he was just a high school boy and he only hung out with children his age.


Nayla is getting deeper. Tight chest. Her tears kept flowing. He held back his crying voice. Afraid that the people who lived with him in the apartment heard.


For a long time, he cried for a long time. At the end of the day, he cried in his sleep. Accompany the cloudy sky and the speckling rain that has not stopped from last night.


Meanwhile, Reynand was sitting on the sofa of his personal library. Thought glaring. He really needed to relax at that moment. He rarely enjoys alone time these days. Ingestion has been clearly heard the sound of music from the earphones. The music is so soft and soothing. He enjoyed it very much. Apparently the flood today made him able to make time for himself.


About an hour into his couch, Reynand grew bored. He came out of the library through his room. He glanced for a moment at Nayla's room. The door of the room was locked, He thought of what the girl was doing right now.


He tried to get closer to the door. Wife? The girl in the room was his wife. Why they are like strangers. He had no feelings for Nayla. Even the girl was very stiff when faced with him. They were just a married couple betrothed by Grandpa.


Reynand raised his head, sighing. He doesn't think he needs to think about things that aren't right now. At the end of the day, I thought about letting all this go by itself.


Not long after he heard the bell ringing. He distanced himself from Nayla's room. To find out who's visiting during a flood like this.


Apartment door open. He was surprised to see who was coming.


“Reynand.”


“Mami.”


Why didn't Mami tell them if it was coming.


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