Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
Sixty Eight

In the morning, the sun was already perched pretty in the eastern horizon with a red glow of pride. Vanya woke up because his hearing was slightly disturbed by the activity of the waiter who came in and out of the room earlier. The sounds from the footsteps were so noisy that they made Vanya unable to stand it and woke up earlier than usual.

"What's wrong? Why are you packing my things? Wanna get my clothes on?" the woman asked half-snaps when she saw the servants carrying some large suitcases and packing her clothes.

The servants lowered their heads in fear of seeing Vanya's ferocious gaze. Then one of them replied, "Sorry, we don't know. This is a direct order from Mr. Marco, Miss! We're just following his orders."

"Where is Marco now?"

"Below, Miss! It's in his room" replied one of the servants, stopping his work for a moment. Then move again after answering the question Vanya just now.

Vanya puffed out half her chest. He stared at the waiters who were busy packing. Where else would I be driven? Is not the kindness of Marco yesterday just a charade? Just be careful if my guess is right!

The curious soul carried its tiny legs stepping down. Descending a few steps down the stairs until his body was unknowingly standing in front of Marco's room whose door was slightly open.

"Just see you at the airport, Ann!" Marco was making a phone call in front of the glass. He had seen Vanya behind the door through the reflection of the glass. The man was already wearing a neat suit, but not work clothes, more towards casual clothes like people were about to take a vacation.

"Morning," said Marco glancing towards the door.

Vanya who had already been caught immediately entered. He did not answer Marco's greeting and immediately charged the man with questions. Complete with a tail of eyes that glanced cynically at Marco as well. "Why are those servants packing my things again? Am I going to be exiled again somewhere?"

Vanya's slightly taut tone of voice made Marco comment on an anxious smile. "Kok you know? I did intend to exile you on an island some distance from the bustle of the city."

Vanya's face paled hearing Marco's words that seemed to look serious. Marco chuckled so much that he could not stop seeing Vanya's expression that was even more adorable when viewed.

"Don't joke about Marco! Are you saying now that your confession yesterday was a charade? To make me look even more pitiful in front of you?"

"Geez!" The man approached. Then pull Vanya's body into the chest deck of his field. "Where might I be doing a show. I just want to take you for a walk."

"Walk?" He looked up. His eyes framed the face of Marco who looked down full for the sake of being able to look at his father's face. "Where to go?"

"To a very beautiful island. I want us to honeymoon like any other newlywed couple."

"Honeymoon?" Vanya looked surprised. His forehead folded deep until his eyeball barely escaped from his throne.

Should the word be reserved for women who are five months pregnant? Yes, though Marco is right that they just got married.

"That's not what I mean." Vanya's body was a little bristled up to accidentally take off Marco's embrace just like that. That's not what's on his mind right now.

"Are pregnant people still in need of a honeymoon? Is not the honeymoon only devoted to those who want to create prospective baby? And also, yesterday the doctor told me that I shouldn't be too frequent mel—"

"Sttt!" Marco put his index finger on Vanya's lips. "Then I'll have my words broken. We're just going on vacation on the island for fun. I'll take care of myself, won't touch you too much let alone cause a bleeding contraction like yesterday."

"But why is it supposed to be like this?" Again Vanya ambushed Marco with questions full of suspicion. There was no look of trust in the face that was always filled with vigilance.

"Yes, suddenly I feel tired and want to take a vacation. You want to accompany me?" marco asked purposely.

What he said was a lie. It was clear that all this was just Marco's wits to protect himself for a moment. He was not ready to meet his mother, who was still on the way.

Marco wants to live quietly with Vanya. at least not directly meet the problem when he just solved his problem with Vanya yesterday.

"Hmm." Vanya did not immediately nod. his life waspadah always made the woman not easily believe and approve Marco's wishes as easy as that. "Is it because of your sister? You don't want me to meet him? That's why you want to take me on vacation. Yeah, right?"

"Jeez Van. Not like that! Anna and Hero are on their way to the airport. He said he wanted to see you for a while before we went on vacation" Marco replied solemnly. He had already considered this before Vanya asked further. Therefore Marco told his brother to come to the airport to meet Vanya briefly while Marco handed over important company data to Hero. Lucky the girl wanted to work together.

"Is it really like that?"

"Yes, my dear, right!" Marco silenced the pursed lip of Vanya. Making a flow in the woman's body instantly heated up with the nosy behavior of the man before her. His nervous gnashing reflex got such an impromptu attack.

"Then I take a shower." The woman immediately turned fuzzy before her shy face was read by Marco. 

You shitty guy, I could spot a heart for a long time if treated like this!

Marco folded his lips full of happiness to see Vanya so nervous when he was lashed his lips just now. He was still staring at the remnants of Vanya's shadow that had disappeared behind the door. There is a speck of hope that Anna can bring the fierce mistress Fernando home to America as soon as possible. So he did not need to see a fierce encounter between Vanya and his own biological mother.

At least let Marco explain the matter later .. of course after his divorce with Nadia is over.

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