Sweetest Mistake With CEO
It Can't Be Wrong for People

"Wait, Al. Where are you going?" call Arlan. He quickened his pace, even half-running to catch up with Aline among the crowd of people.

"Al ..., wait for me, Al ...." Arlan's screams were apparently ignored by Aline. He had to immediately find a figure that was successfully captured by his clear cornea.

Ignoring the screams for Arlan's sake, his concentration was only on the sturdy man wearing all-black clothes, and the hodie covering part of the man's face did not make Aline fooled.

"Can't be wrong, it must be him" he murmured softly.

"Hey, please give way!" Aline forced herself among the many tourists in the city famous for its Eifel tower. He separated further and further from Arlan and the bodyguards. Neglecting his safety for the very person he longs for.

"You, stop!" sentak Aline later. He managed to catch the male hodie, but the look on his face instantly changed in a split second. The long black haired woman apologized for misrecognizing people. Luckily the man did not bother about it and hurried away.

His chest rose and fell, along with his breathing that began to sting. Disappointed, because his hope did not materialize. The look in his eyes began to ponder, the exact same back that belonged to someone he deeply missed. Melviano, the brother who has left. But left millions of memories that Aline could not afford to erase.

The owner of the lash lashes was sitting lethargic, ignoring the gazes of those who were full of probing. Slowly the puddle became a crystal circle that can no longer afford Aline weir. His back began to tremble, both of his knees bent as a pedestal for his face.

A gentle touch on the shoulder, made Aline look up. Without a long pedicure, Aline slashed at the man. Even the two men's legs were unable to hold their bodies back. Who else if not Arlan?

"Allah, thankfully you are not papa" whispered Arlan as he gently patted the back of the woman who had now become his wife.

"She's here" Aline sighed in the middle of her sobbing.

Arlan's forehead was furrowed in, who was Aline referring to? Aren't there only those and the hidden bodyguards that Arlan himself commanded?

"Him?" asked Arlan hesitatingly.

"Yes, I saw him here!" Aline took off her embrace, she pointed the direction the berhodie man was going.

"No way, I clearly saw the Regulator. I can't be wrong" Aline joked. The crystal grains melted again, her chest getting claustrophobic.

"Don't you make sure, hmm?" Arlan tidied Aline's messy hair tendrils. Some covered his face.

Aline was silent, she had already confirmed it. But his heart still desperately wished that he was the person he had been waiting for all this time.

"Huu .. huu .. hiks ...." Aline did not heed the gazes of those who passed by. He just wanted to cry at this moment.

Arlan patiently accompanied Aline, taking her to sit in a long chair. Occasionally wiping the tears that never stopped flowing from both eyelids Aline. Those clear eyes started to red and swollen.

"Drink!" Arlan handed him a bottle of mineral water that he had bought.

Aline could faintly see the solemnity on Arlan's face. The Ice Beam today doesn't suck, she's so nice to him.

Arlan nodded, his hand glancing at the water bottle he had opened. "It's not toxic, I'll try it."

"No need!" Aline grabbed the bottle and downed it until half of it was left.

The corner of Arlan's lips was partially attracted, so faint that no one noticed it. It wasn't just Aline, she saw it. However, Arlan did not want to make things worse. He also did not want much hope for something that could not possibly happen.

Well, how's it going, thor?

Sorry, thor has to be disappointed. The story will be published in NEXT NOVEL.

What, anyway? Curious, no? Yes, it's in Sweet Enemy.