That Bastard Is My Destiny
Serve Me Well

Clara came back out after delivering a glass of juice to Cleire. Clara tried to look ordinary when looking at the interaction of the two. On exiting, he sat back in his chair facing directly into the CEO's room.

The woman tried to focus her mind on work, but her eyes always glanced towards the door. He set his breath, telling himself not to care. He decided not to keep his distance from the man to keep his feelings awake. Clara realized they were very different.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Clara returned to her consciousness as someone rebuked her. He stood up when he saw that this man was Elle.

"Good morning, Mrs. Melden." Melden." Elle's forehead shriveled. This woman in front of him seemed to have many thoughts. He is less fond of women who are incompetent or can not sort out the problem.

Clara who was noticed like that also felt uncomfortable. Elle is a high-charisma woman and is very disinclined by people. His attitude was also quite cold and talkative so others were reluctant to offend him. It can be seen if Ardrich goes down from his mother's nature.

"Just don't mix personal and work affairs while working" Elle said. The middle-aged woman headed for Ardrich's room without hearing Clara's reply.

This further convinced Clara to no longer respond to Ardrich. What if Elle finds out? Elle would definitely not approve of their relationship. Not long after he was stunned. Elle stood still in the doorway with the door wide open, revealing the two people inside in an ambiguous position.

Ardrich with Cleire's position on the sofa enough to make Clara's chest as sliced. He turned his face away immediately. He saw Elle's usual reaction, as if he was used to it. Their relationship must have been very close. Maybe he will be the third.

"Can't it be a little more mature?" elle said after closing the door. The room is soundproofed so that others cannot hear from outside.

"Momm! Bajing*n this wants to kill me!" pekik Cleire under Ar. His hand smacked the big brother's back, so that he was short of breath.

"See, see? His mouth is so shitty! Your nature follows who you really are."

"I'm going to die!" pekik Cleire is becoming.

Elle sighed harshly looking at the childish behavior of her daughter's son. Why are all his children so difficult to make peace. Fighting and fighting are like daily intake.

"Ar, let go of your sister," said Elle as she sat on the sofa sipping Cleire's juice on the table.

"I always lose my authority when I meet him."

"Your life would be flat without me. Be thankful that I exist so that your life is a little colorful."

"Color your eyes!" But Cleire's remark had a point as well. Only this girl can change the mood quickly.

"Casey said you had a fight" said Elle suddenly. Ardrich immediately looked at Cleire who was still fixing her hair.

"Java!" Ardrich pulls Cleire's hand.

"I'm not, just the woman. I've had as much as I can to not make trouble," Cleire replied with a reassuring face. Forget it if he's already knocked people out.

"I'm not sure. It's impossible if you don't reply." Ardrich pinched, making Elle come to think.

"Who?" ask Elle then.

"Chris' betrothed."

"former!" correction of Elle and Ar together.

Cleire clucked, "Just the same."

"Different!"

"Whatever!"

"Tumben once Mom came here. Looking for an affair, huh?" Bukk. Pillow throw about Cleire's head. "Originally!" Ck. Why Cleire was different from the others.

"I heard the gossip that was bothering my ears as I entered. What are you hiding?" Elle looked at Ardrich.

Cleire took her phone, pretending not to listen. Don't get him in trouble, ok.

"Ar .." call Elle when you see Ardrich standing still.

"Don't think I don't know what happened. I don't like my son playing secrets to me." This time his gaze turned to Cleire who was pretending to be busy.

"I didn't interfere." Cleire shakes.

"Mom, I know what I'm doing. We're all grown up. Whatever my choice, I'll do it too." Ardrich speaks.

Ardrich is convinced that his mother already knows about Clara. The goal is to judge the woman for yourself. Elle is even ready with a variety of questions that might make it difficult for Clara. But seeing Cleire's whereabouts undoes Elle's intention to do so.

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"The woman once had a bad rumor while in college. I just wanted to make sure she was a good woman" Elle said and was heard by Cleire.

"I knew. It's the first time Ar has looked serious, so I'm worried that the man has picked the wrong one. But I'm afraid he's not serious." Cleire shrunk her voice in the last sentence.

"That's why I wanted to make sure. If that woman isn't a good woman, what do I care if Ardrich plays with her. But if you're okay, it's a pity to meet Ar. That guy's no good."

Cleire sneered inwardly. Only Elle thinks her own son is bad. Other mothers definitely want their children to get the best regardless of their child's condition. Kara just wants the best when her son is a dog*an woman.

Remembering bajing*n, he thought about Chris. There's been no news all day. There is no message either. He checked his phone again. There ain't! Don't-don't Chris really have fun with Spanish women

"Why? Chris didn't tell you?" Elle noticed Cleire's bent face. This girl's emotions are very easy to read.

Cleire snorted cynically. "Fuck him."

"Curtain! Still selling expensive. Which man will stand up to your attitude."

"There certainly is."

"Who?"

"Schris."

"Yes. He's stupid for being interested in you."

"Mom!!"

**

After a long day of silence in the room, Cleire was bored. He was increasingly aware that Chris' influence was very large in his life. He was used to the presence of such a possessive man.

As his eyes were about to return closed, the ringing of the mobile phone instantly sounded. Cleire lazily picked up her phone on the nightstand. Finally, after a day of disappearing, the man appeared as well!

"What?!" The unfriendly face was immediately printed clearly on the phone screen. A video call from Chris who already misses his girl.

It sounds weird in return. The schedule is really solid. He hasn't even been able to give news.

"I wish I'd heard the word miss." Chris pretended to be sad.

"Dreams!"

"I haven't even slept, honey. Not dreaming at all."

"I missed you. You should serve me well when I get home huh."

"No need to go home! You must be really happy there, right?" Cleire.

"My happiness is in LA, it's not here." Chris acted as if he was looking for something. "ah! there goes. It's pouting in here." The man brought his face closer to the screen, Cleire held back his smile.

"Look, Bebe. There are a lot of people outside." Chris pointed his camera out the window of the hotel where many people were having fun. "But I'd rather stay here staring at you."

Shitt's! Sweet-talk. Maybe Cleire's cheeks are as red as tomatoes by now.

"If you take me. You don't have to miss me, do you?" Chris nodded.

"I'll take you on our honeymoon" he said without burden.

His mind was not far from perverted!

"Then miss yourself because I don't miss you!" ketus Cleire's.

"But your face says something else." Chris peeking.

"Why my face?"

"Beautiful!"

Fucking Chris! This kind of temptation should not work for him. But every word that came out of Chris' mouth was able to make him blush in embarrassment.

"I'll be home tomorrow. So I'm waiting for your service, Mrs. Nelson." - Nelson." Chris ended the call. Cleire immediately threw her original phone and hid her face under the pillow.

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