Stepmom Cold Bed
Morning View

By morning, Maureen's eyes had opened little by little. His hands fumbled, looking for the glass he used to put on the table by his couch. His throat was very dry and he needed a drink.

“Where's the glass?” maureen asked, as she did not find the glass-based object. He was forced to open his eyes wider to find the existence of his glass.

“Akh, shit!” grunt as he watched his glass fall on the carpet and the water spilled all over. But he was very thirsty.

“SERVANT!!” maureen shouted with her large, hoarse voice typical of waking up.

“SERVANT!!” he screamed again, but no one came near.

“Akh, where did those people go?” Maureen asked herself. He was forced to get up from the couch, sitting for a while to gather his consciousness.

He rubbed his eyes which still felt tight. I don't know why his body even feels weak when he has been sleeping all night. His neck is also sore. Perhaps this is an accumulation of Maureen's habit of sleeping on the sofa, not on the bed.

For a while he looked at the bed before him, for some reason he never had the desire to occupy that place. Her aura was too cold and made her feel uncomfortable.

Finally he decided to move on. Recognize his outer nightshirt and then dip his hair high. He walked out of his room with an empty glass in his hand.

“Good morning mistress.” A waiter looked surprised to see Maureen coming down and carrying her own glass.

“Where are you guys, I call no one scares.” Maureen looked at the maid in annoyance.

“Sorry madam, we just finished displaying the painting the young master brought.” The servant's light.

“Painting?” maureen's attention turned to the walls in this house.

“Where did you put it?” there were no new paintings he saw.

“One painting in the living room of the mistress and the other two are still in the room of the young master.” Bright waiter.

Maureen immediately headed for the living room and sure enough, there was a new painting there. A painting of a woman with narrow eyes looks like Byan. Maureen smiled slightly, it felt like she knew whose face Byan had painted.

“Leave it.”

He just let the painting Andini on display in the living room. There was no problem for him because the painting of the deceased person, would not make this house belong to that person again. He who is alive will defend it.

The waiter nodded obediently.

But something was disturbing enough. Thoughts about what he said to Byan yesterday. He sees an emotional Byan as Maureen calls her mother.

"Oh shit, I shouldn't have discussed that. I even look disrespectful and don't know myself." Maureen sat down, bemoaning her words yesterday. Should he apologize to Byan?

“You want me to get you a drink madam?” bargain the waiter who broke Maureen's mind.

“Don't be too cold.” Maureen gave her glass to the waiter.

"Good mistress."

“Your condition has improved?” byan's voice suddenly sounded.

Maureen immediately turned her head and it was true that her stepson was behind her. Still sweating after exercise.

Maureen could see the eyes of some of the servants passing by seemed rounded and her smile was restrained when she saw the figure of Byan who looked hot while sweating like this.

“Best.” Maureen chose to turn her face away. What cares, asking all the news, Maureen thought.

“Begging the waiter to make soup so that your condition improves.” Comment Byan. He walked past Maureen who was already on the second rung to his room.

Maureen smiled wryly at the utterances of her stepson. Does he really care about Maureen?

Feeling Maureen not chiming in on his words, Byanpun stopped his steps. He turned again to Maureen who was in her place, trying to read the strategy of what her stepson would do now. It is not natural to give him advice to eat soup when they are two people who are dropping each other?

“Although I dislike you, I never intended to poison someone, as you once did.” Said Byan who smiled cynically at Maureen.

“What do you mean? I never intended to poison you?” Maureen instantly shook and inflamed.

“Indeed I said your name? I just said ‘someone’.” Byan gave a quotation mark on someone's word. He smiled sinisterly looking at Maureen's expression that seemed to be unacceptable.

“Or stepmom ever intend to poison me?” this time, I really asked.

“No. Why would I poison you? You are my rival and our rivalry is not about who should live and who should die. Why would I dirty my hand by killing a stepson?” maureen is full of confidence. His round eyes really made him anxious.

Byan only smiled slightly, he could indeed see the earnestness of Maureen.

“Have a messy appearance does not suit you.” Timpal Byan. He doesn't debate them anymore. He decided to leave Maureen.

“Hey Byan, don't ever think that I'm an evil stepmother to kill someone.” Maureen is not satisfied.

“Yes, you're just a poor stepmother.” Typal Byan without looking at Maureen. Behind that, he smiled a little and went into his room and closed the door.

He sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the empty canvas he was about to paint. Whose painting will he make?

In a different place, Maureen looked agitated. He was pacing back and forth in his room while trying to contact Tifani. He was so sure that Byan knew something that he dared to say it like that.

“Tifani, pick up dong .. you say what's the same byan?” mumbled Maureen while biting her fingernails.

“Akh shit!” grunts when it turns out Tifani instead reject his call. The next call he tried again and the number was already on the block.

“Job! What are you hiding from me, Fan?” mumbled Maureen while staring at the screen of her phone in annoyance. Tifani is really testing her patience and Maureen should look for her immediately. He needs an explanation.

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