
"Sorry, I got out of control earlier." Nayra could not help but apologize as the car had left the hospital. He looked at Leo with embarrassment. So far, Leo has never caught a problem that tarnishes his good name. Leo is a person who is admired and adored. Side by side with Nayra who is full of problems it feels like he feels very evil has damaged Leo's reputation.
The man was calm and calm. His smile was graciously painted for Nayra. "For your own good, apologize less, Nay."
Leo turned his head and met Nayra's gaze for a moment. They both smile. "I understand why you're so angry and want to blow it all away. And I don't mind at all, anyway I'm just a guy who seems to love you. I'm not doing anything."
Nayra laughed softly. "You're not saying anything, you've made the girls fall in awe, what if you really love me?"
"I'm sure they're going to neror you." Leo chuckled chimed. "And maybe your life isn't getting quieter."
Nayra dropped her head onto the back of the car seat, still laughing. "It's a shame I'm wondering how quiet my life would be if you really love me, Hubby."
Leo shook his head slowly. If it wasn't on the road, Leo would have kissed this Nayra. Is Nayra not aware that there is a heart that has fallen in love with her? Even the marriage invitation was followed by Leo in a matter of hours. Nayra must know how crazy a Leo is when he is in love.
"We go straight home or want to walk first, before tomorrow you can not walk?" Leo offered kindly. It's a code. Very hard code.
"I'm unemployed, right? Just go home if everything related to marriage is in the handle." Nayra turned her head to face Leo.
"If you have a special request, we go to the designer first. If you don't, you just have to sit at home, everything will come to you." Leo held Nayra's hand. "Which I choose, seems to represent you, or digs out the other side of you that is amazing."
Nayra nodded. "I think I'll look less grateful if I'm still fussy about clothes."
"It's about the impression we'll remember for life. You can object if you don't like it." Leo kissed Nayra's hand. "Obviously, when you've decided to vote for me, you won't have a chance to stop or back down. You've got me into the game you've created so far, Nay."
Nayra nodded. For some very trivial things, Nayra could bear it. To be sure, he needed a great power from the outside to face the snake that was still in love with him. More than willing, Nayra continues this marriage.
Leo clasped Nayra's hand until they got home. When entering the house, some people seemed busy, even Papa Edo brought work home while supervising the work of WO.
Leo looked at Nayra, before pulling the woman's hand to approach her.
"Sore, Pa." Leo sat in the chair next to Papa Edo. He glanced at his papa laptop that was lit up.
Papa Edo took a breath as he turned to Leo and smiled at Nayra. "Nayra is waiting for the MUA in the room. They want a discussion for a moment, he said."
Nayra nodded then took off Leo's hand and rushed towards the room.
"They've come?" Leo asked, when Nayra had vanished from their sight.
"Yes, they came from this afternoon." Papa Edo let out a big sigh as he took off his glasses. "Papa thought Nayra came home early after being dismissed. It turns out he's still finishing his job. Very kind of him yes, if anyone else, must have just left immediately."
"He is responsible for morals and humanity. Nayra was not a selfish and frontal person, but perhaps no problem, she had to be rude occasionally to people who hated her." Leo had often seen Nayra in war alert mode, but had never been as relaxed as before. Nayra was like an invincible woman. No one knows that Nayra is always weak in the back and needs a hug. He was too fragile despite his extremely hard, firm, and rough exterior.
"I've spoken to people in the hospital. And Nayra might be coaxed back to work." Edo explained. "But my advice, wait until the hospital pleads at Nayra's feet and clears Nayra's good name. Papa rasa, this is a charge of vengeance and hatred."
"Bondie?" terka Leo's.
"Not, but someone else." Edo glanced at Leo. "You know Nayra's past, so you know who's behind it. Only maybe Nayra should know for herself, so you're not impressed to want Nayra."
Leo pulled the corner of his lips. "It's because of Papa who insisted I make marriage and grandchild love."
"Yes, I do want those two things, but not all of a sudden." Edo chuckles. He almost had a headache hearing the cry of his son who was talking on the phone earlier. So in addition to quickly marrying Leo, Edo can what? That's hard code for Edo. The code that his son can no longer withstand the turbulent.
"You, once upon a time, make Papa distraught." Edo pretended to be upset.
Leo looked down as he answered. "Only Nayra did Papa agree without asking much."
"Ck, at least Nayra looks smart even from the way she decides. Different from your old woman. All it knows is money and money." Edo put his glasses back on. "Shower there! At 8pm we start the show."
Leo saw Papa again busy with a laptop. And shortly thereafter, came his papa secretary. They are really busy working today.
While in the room, Nayra fittings kebaya and dresses. She was dizzy to choose, because everything was good and Nayra was said to match the dresses. In the end, she resigned herself to MUA and the dress designer. Let them think of the perfect match for tonight's show.
Ana looked at all of that with gaping lips. Though he came here just wanted to retrieve documents belonging to Nayra—he thought Nayra would not return until night. But she was amazed to see her stepson getting married and being treated like a queen.
"Oh my goodness ...." Ana looked at the dresses, and the price was fantastic. This is not a lease, but a buy. Jeez ....
"Good, Miss. Please Miss take a shower first, we've prepared the treatment for you." A well-groomed woman, dressed in white and a black blazer, bowed to Nayra, then drove Nayra to the bathroom. There is a private spa tub.
"Geez, this is so convenient."
Nayra enjoyed all the treatment provided, while Ana fretted at the back.
"Anyways, tonight I have to manage to retrieve those letters." Ana clenched her hands under the table.
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