The Cold Wife
Chapter 15

"Women don't usually trust me, but bratwurst is so much fun to eat with special people" Josh said as he stuffed a piece of sausage into his mouth. Every now and then the hazle eyes moved to glance at the blond-haired girl in front of him.

The beautiful jawed-owning girl could only glare at the man in front of her. A year ago, the man's attitude never changed. "For a long time our relationship has been destroyed, all of that has happened to date" he said.

"That's for you, for me you're still my special woman." The reddish-white man smiled faintly. Look in admiration at the woman.

"Brian, I'm disabled. I'm no longer the old Grace" lamented the girl who was none other than Grace. The man in front of him right now is Joshua Brianta.

"Sorry, Honey. I love you, not your physique." Josh looked relaxed. He was not affected by the words of the woman he loved.

"Brian, we can't be together. You and I are on different paths, we can't stay together forever."

"Why not? Our problem is over, let's get married." Josh gave a hopeful look at Grace. The girl looks confused. Actually, he still has the same feeling.

"My master is married, there will be no more division between your father and my boss. If you don't believe me, you see this," Josh continued, giving Grace a newspaper. The girl started to open it, but she was very surprised to see who was in the news.

"Sweet, why is he here?" grace asked confusedly.

"She's my Master's current wife, a stranger who was an eyewitness to what happened a year ago, right?"

Like a dagger that pierced her heart, Grace could not believe what Josh was saying. His golden eyes again scrutinized the news within his grasp. His face looked pale.

Sweet, are you hiding this from me?

"Ba ..how do you know?" grace asked nervously. To his knowledge, no one knew if Sweet was there at the time of the incident.

A beautiful girl is seen walking into a famous company. He approached the receptionist to ask. Her name is Sweet Alexsandra.

"Excuse me, is Miss Grace out yet?" ask Sweet politely.

"Sorry, Miss. The whole group is holding an impromptu meeting. Maybe a few more minutes will be over" replied the receptionist named Manda.

"Thank you, can I wait here?" ask Sweet.

"certain, Miss. Please," said Manda smiling kindly.

"Thank you," said Sweet, who headed straight for the waiting room.

Thirty minutes passed, the figure he was waiting for never appeared. He's getting bored. He has contacted his best friend several times. But there is no answer even once.

"Close all doors, don't let anyone in or out of this building!" Shouted someone who managed to attract Sweet's attention. The girl immediately saw what was really happening. Several people were seen walking into the waiting room and starting to swarm. Sweet broke through the crowd. He could clearly see the conditions in the main courtyard behind the glass wall.

Sweet's brown eyes widened when he saw a woman lying on the floor in a terrible condition. His body was filled with fresh blood.

"Grace," said Sweet softly. Both of his hands moved to open the door, but it was already locked. Grace slightly raised her head and she was quite surprised when she saw Sweet's whereabouts. Grace immediately signaled Sweet to stay in place with her fingers. Sweet shook his head and started crying.

"All of you should know, anyone who dares to betray this company. It will end just like them, they are spies sent by the enemy" shouted a tall man as he pushed a middle-aged man to the floor.

Before long, a formally dressed man appeared so haughty. Sweet closed his mouth when he saw the man's hand with a firearm. His mind was floating everywhere. How's Grace?

"I hate the traitor the most. Dor!" A bullet managed to penetrate the heart of the man who is now limp. Instantly Sweet's leg suddenly lamas. Breath blocked.

"Grace" whispered Sweet. Grace shook her head slowly. The girl's thin lips moved slightly. "Go's!" Sweet who could read the movement of Grace's lips immediately retreated and moved away. Drowning in a crowd of people. Silence with fear that is breaking. Close his eyes and ears tightly.

"Don't forget, young master has sharp eyes."

"And you're those eyes" Grace said. Josh who heard that smiled faintly.

"I'm just doing my job" said Josh in self-defense.

"What's the point of marrying my best friend? Don't ever hurt her" Grace begins to get upset with the man she's currently in front of.

"Suckers! What if he hurt her. The first person I'm gonna kill is you, Brian."

"I'm willing to die for you, baby." Josh smiled meaningfully.

"Suck!" as Grace got up from her seat. He left the man without a word.

"Huh, you're still the same, honey. I'm falling more and more in love with you" said Josh, staring at the back of his longtime lover, who began to disappear from view.

***

"Hey, Sweet. You look beautiful. Going to the office?" mala asked when she saw Sweet joining the dining table.

"Yes, there's a little problem. I have to finish it" Sweet said, sitting next to Mala.

Sweet didn't realize that a pair of blue eyes had been watching him.

"Replace all the food today, I want this woman to cook!" Alex's orders while pointing at Sweet. Everyone who heard and saw it nodded.

"Sir, this will make you late for the office." Butler Ge bowed his body.

"No need to argue, do what I say!" Jerk Alex. All the servants immediately took back the food that was already on the table.

Sweet did not say a word. He got up from his seat and moved to help the servants. Mala and Milan did not dare to speak.

"Damn! This must be because of that cheap lady. Early in the morning has made you angry, now we have to bear it all. Our struggle is in vain to prepare breakfast" grumbled one of the servants named Gilly. Sweet who heard that did not respond at all.

"Don't say much, you don't make breakfast. But the chefs, there return to their respective jobs," said Chief steward Ge. All the waiters in the kitchen immediately dispersed.

"Head maid, help me to prepare the ingredients. I want to make a griebbrei." Pinta Sweet to Chief Maid Ge.

"Well, I'll get it ready." The fifty-year-old woman immediately carried out the orders of her young mistress.

Fifteen minutes later, Sweet returned to the dining table with a tray in his hand. The servants prepared breakfast for the other masters.

"This is your breakfast, young master." Sweet put down a bowl of griebbrei for Alex.

"The smell is very strange, like the food of the sick," Alex scolded a glance at the meal that Sweet had prepared.

You're sick, aren't you? Mental illness. Omel Sweet in heart.

"If it hasn't been tried, how could we possibly know what it's like. Husband, you better finish your breakfast soon. You can be late for the office" Sweet said, pouring mineral water in Alex's glass. Mala smiled hearing that.

Alex stared hard at Sweet, then his hand moved to pick up the spoon. Slowly he tasted his wife's hard-earned dishes. Alex was silent for a moment.

Strange, everything this woman cooked so snugly in my mouth. Never mind, I better enjoy this dish before it gets cold. Inner Alex.

Really the food of the sick, until it's gone. No one knew what this old man wanted. Sweet grunts in the heart. He sat back in his place. Take a piece of fresh bread and grease it with peanut butter.

Just as Sweet was about to eat it, the bread had changed hands.

"Hey, it's mine." Sweet looked at Alex annoyed. Since then he had imagined how delicious bread wrapped in peanut butter. Alex easily snatched it from his hands.

"Nothing is yours here, so be aware of it," Alex replied as he enjoyed his breakfast. Sweet was getting upset to hear it. He got up and went straight from there. His appetite is suddenly gone.

"Remember, I'm not letting you go. As soon as you leave the house, be prepared to accept punishment." Alex screamed a little for the girl to hear. But Sweet did not heed her husband's warning at all.

Sweet took his hanbag in the room. After that he actually left the mansion. Sweet asked the driver to drive him to the office. There's still business to be done there.