That Bastard Is My Destiny
Wants to Be Recognized

Note: It is recommended to re-read first, because it has been a long hiatus.

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"Did he buy pads from his factory directly! Why so long."

Not knowing if Chris only stood for almost thirty minutes just to observe the woman's privacy object.

"Sucks. My stomach hurts even now." Cleire curled up in the toilet sitting while hugging her cramped stomach.

"Cleire."

It also came at last!

Quickly the girl got up and opened the door a little. Finish fast, he wants to break down and sleep like a dead man!

"Give it!" Rudely depriving the sanitary napkin from the hands of the perverted man.

"Well .. is this how you thank me?" When the girl wanted to close the door after snatching her rough possession.

Whats! What else does this man want! Has the previous payment been forgotten?

Seeing Cleire's irritated face back in print, Chris revealed a faint smile. Ah ... It's great to tease this girl.

"Baj*ngan sneaky!" hiss the girl.

Blam it! Closing the door hard. Chris is out there. Cleire felt like he wanted to strangle this man to death!

Unlike usual, harsh words and cruel curses from the girl's mouth were only able to make Chris who incidentally is a duplicate of the demon just laugh. If someone else, it is not laughter anymore, but a bullet lodged sweetly in his head.

Cleire had repeatedly said it. He who has the least patience should already be at the peak of patience. However, because of this girl, she was willing to become an angel.

Chris hasn't moved. The man waited until the girl came out. He understood a little about the monthly cycle that women in general experience, so he could guess what Cleire experienced.

Chequek. Cleire came out with a lethargic body, her hand holding the stomach. Sure enough what he thought, this girl must have menstrual pain. Amazingly, this girl was still powerfully cursing at him.

"God ... Chris! Why are you still here!" His eyes glared funny.

"Your mouth is always powerful." A little down, then ....

The cup!

"You!" Show Chris' face.

"Sttt ..." Carrying Cleire in his carrier. The girl reflexively draped her hands around Chris' neck.

The man sat him in the bed, and went to the closet.

"What's that?" Chris had something in his hand.

"Wind oil," he said flatly.

"Huh?" Especially that!

Not yet had time to ask again, Chris already held both shoulders, then broke them down. Wasn't it! But pushing.

Pock

"HEY!" shouted Cleire.

"Why do you like yelling so much?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK!" Hold the man's hand.

Cleire again shouted when Chris' hand was leisurely about to open the shirt on the stomach. Why is this guy so perverted! Maybe the pervert fits too.

"I'll smear your belly with this wind oil, Bebee. It'll ease your stomach pain." Cleire's hand held him down.

"I bought it while we were in Indonesia. They say it's great for relieving headaches, nausea and even stomach pain" he said without asking.

Cleire was silent, letting Chris rub that part of her stomach with a liquid called wind oil. The girl continued to stare at Chris with a hard to interpret look.

"I know I'm handsome, so don't turn me down." Replying to Cleire's gaze with a smile.

The look on the girl's face immediately pouted. "In addition to being perverted, you're also narcissistic!" Chris laughs.

The man put his wind oil on the nightstand, then went to lie on his side with Cleire with one hand supporting his head.

"If you'd admit it, I wouldn't have these strings."

Cleire was the only girl who was not entangled in her charms. Don't say handsome, just admit he won't. For the first time Chris wants to be recognized handsome by a woman, even though he used to hate being said to be handsome.

This girl broke his heart. All things that were contrary to him were rendered helpless due to the presence of a Cleire. God seems to give karma for all his thoughts and words first. Makes Chris aware that no one knows the future.

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"Say."

"Mr Chris took the woman to his penthouse, sir."

The middle-aged man who sipped his coffee looked relaxed, not looking surprised as if it was a normal thing. If noticed, the man looked similar to someone. His face looks have shown aging and his body is still fit and sturdy showing the perfection of his figure.

"Which bitch did he bring! If it's her lover, it's still natural" the middle-aged woman who also looks youthful.

"He's a grown man, Honey. Let it go." The man hugged his angry wife.

"I get it, but I'm afraid those bitches are gonna set him up! Like being pregnant for example." Unhugging her.

"Don't worry, it won't happen. I know what a man looks like, it's not easy to fool." Persuading his wife.

"I want her married, Rob. I will choose the candidate myself! All the women must be unclear," he was annoyed.

Robert took a long breath. His wife starts to set things up again, Chris won't like it. In addition to Chris who is difficult to get women, one of the causes is also not far from his wife, Kara.

This woman is very picky and should fit her type. Many of the women chasing her son have become Kara's moons. No matter which one, if Kara doesn't like it, then just give up.

"You better not bother Chris, Honey. Let him choose himself."

"choose yourself? Ck! It's been 29 years! How much longer do you want me to wait?" Kara's voice is rising.

"No, no! I'll take care of it. Don't bother me" Kara threatened her husband.

Robert could only step down as usual. The point is, just according to it, then you'll calm down.

Pray your woman is safe, Son. Inner Robert.

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