The Cold Wife
Chapter 31

The sun begins to appear behind the orange clouds, greeting the inhabitants of nature with its warmth. Give strength to those who are on foot to reach the goal.

Unlike the case with the atmosphere of the mansion owned by Alex, as usual, the luxurious building looked quiet. Only a few servants were seen passing by. In a large room, a woman was standing in front of a mirror and giving a horse her long hair. Her face looks fresh with a touch of thin makeup. Round eyes with natural hair that does not need any touch.

Sweet tilted slightly, scrutinizing her appearance from behind the mirror. Formal clothing makes it look more elegant. This time Sweet wore cloth pants combined with a matching color blazer, maroon red. Those round eyes sharpened as they caught the figure of the man standing behind him, moving surely and sweeping the distance between them.

"I told you, don't tie your hair. I don't want other men to see your beautiful body bend" Alex said, inhaling Sweet's sweet scent. At one pull, the long black hair was beautiful. Sweet was about to protest, but Alex's index finger first restrained his lips.

"I'm your husband, listen to whatever I tell you, okay?" timpal Alex tucked a strand of hair behind Sweet's ear.

"It's early in the morning, I don't want to argue with you" Sweet said, shaking Alex's arm. He moved to get the bag and rushed out of the room.

"Well, that debate won't happen if you obey, Ana." Alex followed his wife out of the room.

"Morning, Sweet." Sapa Mala who was in the dining room with her mother.

"Morning," Sweet replied flatly. He sat down in an ordinary place, taking a loaf of bread. The waiters prepared a glass of milk for her.

"Sweet, you're so pretty in formal attire. It fits perfectly with your personality," Mala said with a sincere smile. The smile was also contagious to Milan who were eating sandwich. At the same time Alex showed up.

"Sure, she's my wife and she should look beautiful. Don't you think, honey?" Alex is hoarding. Mala and Milan gaped at Alex's warm attitude. What's the plan this time? Thought Milan were astonished by Alex's change of attitude. While the girl was still as usual, indifferent to Alex's attitude.

"Cherry," called Alex as he saw Cherry walking towards them with a pretty neat appearance. The woman smiled widely, then sat in her usual position.

"Morning, Sweet." Cherry was friendly, a smile she gave Sweet. As if everything was really sincere. No one even knows what Cherry really has in mind.

"Morning," said Sweet lazily. His hand moved to grab the milk, sip it slowly, and put the milk glass back on the table.

"What time are you leaving, Cherry?" alex asked who got everyone's attention.

"Half an hour away" replied Cherry enthusiastically. Alex nodded slowly, and resumed his breakfast. The atmosphere was quiet as usual.

"This morning there is a meeting schedule with clients from Japan, then a visit to Brilliant Hotel. After lunch, there was still a meeting schedule with the high ranks of branch companies, followed by the auction event." Sweet lays out Alex's busy schedule today, they're still on their way to a hotel. This meeting will take place outside the company. In accordance with the client's own wishes.

The meeting with a client from Japan went faster than expected. They have to catch the next flight, so this meeting is just a small talk and immediately sign the contract. Both companies also feel very suitable, so it does not take a lot of stale bases to apply for cooperation.

"Stop at a boutique" Alex orders the driver. Sweet who heard that immediately turned his head, looking at Alex full of question marks. They are now on their way back to the office.

"You need a dress for the auction tonight, we happen to have an hour's worth of time. I need a wife, not a secretary." Alex clearly understood Sweet's gaze.

"What's wrong with my current clothes? Not bad," Sweet's tirade does not accept Alex's words as if implying that his current appearance is ugly. The girl turned her face to the window.

"Your clothes are too formal, I want them to know that you're my wife, not just a secretary."

"Well, our marriage is only on paper. There's no need for people to know, there's nothing to be proud of from our relationship" Sweet said in a weak tone. He could still be heard by Alex. The man smiled meaningfully.

"Stay in the eyes of the law you're my wife" Alex said.

"But not in religion" said Sweet ketus.

"But I care" Sweet annoyed.

The two were swept away in a brief discussion. The driver who was a silent witness to the boss's small quarrel, could only sigh a few times, and shut his ears tightly.

"Sir, ma'am, we've arrived" said the driver managed to stop the debate. They were silent for a moment too.

"Down" Alex orders Sweet. The girl who was still in an irritated mood directly got down from the car, with an expressionless face. Sweet walked ahead of Alex, but the man had already given his hand to hold. Not Sweet's name, if a day just does not make Alex upset or angry because of holding patience. Luckily Alex was able to hold it this time.

"Give my wife the best dress, don't be too open." Alex issued orders to the boutique employees. Sweet chose to sit on a long sofa, watching Alex interact with employees.

"Good, Sir." Twenty-year-old woman moves to pick up the goods after Alex's request. Before long, the woman returned with a long black dress in her hand.

"This is our latest evening party dress, sir. It fits perfectly with your wife who has a slim and cute body," said the woman staring at Sweet amazed.

"Honey, looks like you should try on this dress." Alex looked at Sweet with a deathly smile. Sweet wakes up lazily when the employee shows Sweet the dressing room.

It only took five minutes, Sweet came out with a beautiful dress attached to her body. The dress really suits him. As Alex wanted, the dress had absolutely no gap to show Sweet's smooth body. The streak of black hair added a graceful impression to the girl. Alex gasped at his wife's natural beauty.

"How, Master?" ask the employee who managed to surprise Alex. The man was wrong. "Take that one."

Alex took out his black card and gave it to the employee.

"Accessories, Sir?"

"No need, my wife is already beautiful without any accessories" Alex said as he continued to stare at Sweet. The girl was caught off guard by Alex's gaze, and passed over to change her clothes back.

Sweet is not the type of woman who is easily lulled by the sweet word of men. To him, it was all just a man's boast that was not worth believing in.

After the boutique, they immediately rushed to the office because there are still many things to be done. Arriving at the office, Sweet was quite surprised when he got the news that his adoptive mother had been waiting for him. Spontaneous Alex gave a sharp look at him.

"Urus everything quickly," said Alex again coldly and immediately left Sweet. Sweet took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly. A sure step towards the waiting room. From a distance he saw a middle-aged woman sitting with an anxious face. I don't know what was on that woman's mind.

"Mrs Santonio" Sweet said to the woman. The woman was shocked and got up from her seat. Her anxious face now turned cheerful, staring at Sweet longing. No one knew that longing gazes were sincere or not.

"Sweety, I miss you so much." The woman immediately splashed in Sweet's embrace. Sweet could not give any response. It would be a lie if Sweet didn't miss his foster mom, because he really missed her a lot. It's just that, at this time Sweet is still disappointed with everything that happened.

"Did Mr Santonio ask you to come here?" ask Sweet coldly. The woman immediately broke her embrace. Staring at Sweet was full of disappointment because Sweet's call to him had changed.

"Momny wants to talk, can you come with Mommy for a second?"

"Just talk here" said Sweet, turning his face the other way. He didn't want Charlotte to see a sad look on his face. Charlotte pulled Sweet's hands together, rubbing them full of tenderness.

Sweet sat speechless hearing all of her foster mother's explanations. His feelings are now back to chaos. Confused who to trust for now. Because that trust was almost gone after what Jeremy did.

"You'd better go home, because I'll never come back. The relationship between us is only limited to former mothers and children, it will never change." Sweet got up from a sitting position, stepping definitely leaving the middle-aged woman with a chaotic feeling.

In contrast to Charlotte, a sinister smile was raised from her lips. His hand moved to wipe away the remaining tears on his cheek, then moved away from where he was reluctant to go.