Serabai Mr. Sean's
Chapter 16

One month later.

"Eh, isn't that Sean's car?" anya muttered, when she accidentally saw Sean's car enter an elite housing complex. Coincidentally at that time Anya wanted to visit the residence of one of her friends.

"Sir, please follow that car!" Anya ordered to her personal driver.

"Good, Miss."

They soon followed Sean's car from a considerable distance. Where Sean did not realize that he was being followed. Sean kept driving his car until he finally stopped right in front of his residence.

"Who's house is that? Why did Sean stop there?" Anya was confused because Sean never told her anything about the house.

Once there, Sean then parked his car and entered the house without asking anyone for permission. He was even more confused to see it. The house is like Sean's own. Out of curiosity, Anya also intends to approach the place.

Slowly Anya approached while looking around the building. Now he stands in front of a fence and accidentally meets one of the security guards in the elite residential neighborhood.

"Ehm, sir, may I ask you something?" ask Anya to the man.

"Yes, Miss. Can I help you?" The security guard approached and stared fixedly at Anya.

"Hmm, I just wanted to ask, who owns this house?" anya asked, still looking around the house.

The security guard seemed to remember for a while. "This house belongs to Mr. Sean Abraham" the security officer replied steadily.

"Sean Abraham?!" Anya screamed in shock.

Didn't think that the big house turned out to belong to Sean. Sean had never even once mentioned the mansion to him. All he knew was that Sean was just going back and forth from this country to the man's home country. He stayed in a hotel and occasionally hitchhiked at Abigail's residence.

"When did Sean live here? And are you sure this house belongs to him?" ask Anya again, who was feeling more and more curious.

"Yes, Miss. This house belongs to Mr. Sean. He bought it about a month ago."

After hearing the explanation from the security guard, Anya suddenly revealed a smile on her beautiful face.

"Sean bought it about a month ago? Hmm, is it possible that Sean would like to surprise me? Or maybe he purposely bought this house for us to live in after we got married?" enya muttered.

"Yes, already. Thank you for the information" Anya told the security guard.

"Yes, Non. You're welcome." The man continued his work. Maintain security around the elite housing complex.

After the man.

"Sir, wait a minute here, yeah."

"Good, Non."

Without hesitation, Anya stepped into the grounds of Sean's mansion. He breezed confidently until he stopped right at the door of the man's house.

Tok .. tok .. tok! Anya knocked on the main door while looking around the building.

"Yes, one minute!" A woman's voice came from inside the house and managed to make Anya frown.

"Whose voice is that?" muttered Anya in the heart.

Chequek! The door opened and a young girl with brown iris eyes stood before her smiling. His long, wavy black hair, tied up just about anything.

"Yes?"

"Where's Sean? Tell your boss that his girlfriend is waiting here" Anya said confidently.

"Mr Sean? Her boyfriend?" Sri looked at Anya from the tip of the foot to the end of the head. Seeing the beauty of the woman, Sri became convinced that what Anya said just now was true.

"His?!" Suddenly Sean showed up. The man gasped in shock when he saw the lover standing in the doorway of his house.

"Sean?" Anya returned to smile. The woman barged into the house, passing Sri's body still standing in the doorway with a confused look on her face.

Anya approached Sean and hugged the burly body while spoiling on the chest of his field.

"Him? What are you doing here?" asked Sean who was still shocked by Anya's presence in that place.

Anya smiled back. "I should have asked like that, honey. What are you doing here? And whose house is this?"

"Ehm, this is actually ...." Sean suddenly fell silent when he saw Sri who was silent staring at the intimacy of the two of them. Moreover, Anya without hesitation hugged and kissed him.

Realizing Sean was silent while looking at Sri, Anya also looked at the young woman.

"Hey, why are you still standing here? Quickly go back to the kitchen and make me a cold drink. Apple juice, yes!" said Anya suddenly who managed to make Sri rounded his eyes perfectly.

"I—"

Not yet had Sri reply to the beautiful white smooth woman's words, Sean had given a signal not to reply to Anya's words. Sean also asks Sri to leave the room immediately.

Sri grunted annoyedly. Feeling very upset, he left the room and returned to his room.

After Sri died, Sean immediately invited Anya to sit and relax on the sofa in the main room.

"Darling, you haven't answered my question." Anya pursed her lips as she looked at Sean.

"What questions?" Sean pretended to forget. He grabbed the head of Anya who was sitting right next to him and leaned the woman's head against his shoulder.

"Brother, Sean! I asked, whose house is this? But you haven't answered it yet. I'm gonna be curious."

"You think?" Sean asked back.

"I guess? In my opinion, this house is yours. Which you deliberately bought for us to live after we got married later. Right?" anya said with so much confidence.

Sean smiled wryly. It is impossible to tell everything to Anya. He does not want his lover to be angry and disappointed to know that he is married.

"Who told you that I live here now, Anya? I never told anyone about this house" asked Sean again.

"not nobody. I just happened to pass by and see your car parked here. After I asked, it was true. This is your home" Anya replied as she looked up at Sean.

"Oh." Sean scratched his head that was not itching. He did not want to ask the woman any further.

"Ish, where's your waitress, Sean? Is apple juice a long time ago? I'm already this thirsty," Anya chirped with an annoyed bent face.

Sean took a deep breath and then exhaled back. "All right, wait here. I'll ask the waiter to make you some apple juice" Sean said, rising from his seat.

"Well, didn't I ask your servant?" ask Anya with a surprised face.

Sean is not talking. He continued to step his foot into the kitchen.

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