The Love of the Racer
Father, who is this beautiful aunt?

"Don't really want to come?" Once again Jeaven asked the question, the next time Jesslyn changed her mind.

"Hm," the beautiful woman's brief response without diverting attention from her new half-finished design sketch. The existence of her handsome husband was as if unattractive. He didn't even ask where Jeaven was going.

"I'll be right back." Jeaven said goodbye but his feet still did not want to move from the room. He even approached the wife who looked scowling. If it's like this how can he calm down to leave.

"Why is it still here? Go there if you want to go" Jesslyn murmured. All day his emotions continue to be provoked because of the existence of Jeaven. But tucked also dislike when the husband will go even if only for a moment.

"Stay here until I get back. I'm not long," pinta Jeaven.

"I don't promise."

"Jess." Jeaven raised an intimidating gaze, making Jesslyn cluck resignedly. Which means the woman can no longer afford to argue.

Jeaven sprinkled a soft kiss on Jesslyn's cheek that squirmed as if she wanted to dodge but did not in fact thwart the man's lips to kiss. "I'm just for a minute, so let's just say it," he said, wiping the woman's head off before she actually left.

"Where is he really going? Today is not the last day we are together because tomorrow we want to go to France, but instead he wanders" Jesslyn grumbled. It turns out he's not completely ignorant. That concern remained even though he tried to dodge it.

Not to mention his mind was a little distracted from remembering Jeaven's serious face while talking to someone behind a phone call. From there, he was beginning to wonder who the man was talking to.

Unable to bear the urgent curiosity, Jesslyn immediately moved on and followed Jeaven before falling behind. "Sir, please follow the car," he asked the taxi driver, pointing to the four-wheeled vehicle that Jeaven was riding in.

"Good, Miss."

Jesslyn stopped at a hospital where she had been treated. The furrow on the forehead was faintly imprinted as a string of questions began to flutter. But soon he was quick.

Jesslyn immediately followed Jeaven as much as possible to keep her distance from being suspected. Until suddenly his steps stopped when he saw the scenery presented. His heart immediately rippled with pain. Whether it's some kind of jealousy or not, it's obvious that he's starting to get emotional.

In front of a hospital room, a beautiful woman clasped Jeaven's hand while crying. From a distance it is clear that the husband warmly welcomes the treatment to seem romantic. To make Jesslyn feel the throbbing of the increasingly dramatic pain.

Yes, Jesslyn was attached like that. Jeaven's sweet words are like the wind. Come a moment later passed. Huh! Really too.

Jesslyn's pair of hazel beads were slightly rounded when she saw Jeaven and the foreign woman enter the room. His suspicions became more. "It can't be allowed to." With angry mimicry she intends to find the affair of her husband.

His feet stepped wide with burning fury. The tongue can't wait to spout lava. Though his real body was trembling, imagining the betrayal of Jeaven he would disassemble. But he will not tremble. Jesslyn opened the door of the intended room with one rude push.

"You!" Hardik Jesslyn but some of her sentences seem stuck in the throat. The sight before his eyes made his anger suddenly go away without saying goodbye.

Inside the room was a small child who was thought to be a hospital patient hugging Jeaven. While the woman who was thought to be her husband's affair was standing across the bed and at that time Jesslyn only realized that the woman was wearing a doctor's uniform. All the occupants of the room looked surprised by his existence while putting on a questionable face.

Uh! Damnit damnit! Am I in the wrong situation? Hiish, don't tell me I'll be humiliated for my own stupid behavior.

Jesslyn screams in the heart. It felt like he was turning around and leaving. But doesn't that even make the shame even more so?

Aware of the situation that was not right, Jeaven walked quietly towards Jesslyn who was still glued to the doorway. "You coming too?"

Jesslyn was gawking aka confusion, but quickly her brain was able to compensate for the situation. "Y-yeah," she replied a little nervously mixed in relief.

"Come here. I have something to introduce you to." He then pulled his wife to a stop in front of the bed where a frail little boy was there.

"Dad, who's this pretty aunt?" ask the boy innocently.

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Sorry once ... chapter this time shorter and up her late pack bingittt🙏 Insha Allah tomorrow rather long😁