The Magical My Wife's
TMMW Chapter 37 - Prefer

Diena momentarily pecked at where she stood after master Zeon, mistress Sheran and assistant Hanzo left, leaving her alone here beside the car belonging to Hanzo's assistant.

"Well," said Diena, as if not believing the task she had just gotten.

Diena wanted to shout out in revolt but was stuck on the tip of her tongue.

Especially before Hanzo's assistant left earlier, the man also sent a message to him, after Mrs Sheran's belongings met, the car was please washed.

"Gosh my god."

Deina repeatedly stomped her feet on the floor, furious.

but there was no choice but to open the car door and find the mistress' cellana dallam.

"Very gross," furious Diena, though she was obedient but still always grumbling.

This task had really hurt his pride.

"Mrs Sheran must have asked Mr. Zeon to give me this command, watch over him" he said, inexhaustibly.

But the first thing he found was not the cellana dallam the mistress, but the original scattered tissue.

"Ieww, this is so-so disgusting!" furious Diena, because he felt uncomfortable finally threw the tissues outside.

Until you see the pink triangular fabric under the back seat.

"Oh my God, who threw it back here" said Diena.

The woman then took a glove that she had used to prepare in one pocket, wore the glove and took the cellana dallam.

Afterwards he ordered a waiter to wash Hanzo's assistant's car.

"Wash the car clean, as if you were throwing away the shit that was in the car" Diena said.

After breathing out violently, he left from there.

Sheran was so excited that some of the servants moved all of her clothes in her husband's room. At first he wanted to help, but then stopped when he remembered all this time that everyone had underestimated his existence in this house.

So Sheran just stood and watched, occasionally giving orders like her husband had done. Sheran even began to learn to put on her cold face.

It is likely that these people will respect him as well, just like how they honor the master of Zeon.

"I told you to arrange it according to color, I don't like the messy arrangement of clothes" said Sheran.

"Sorry Madam, we tidied it up again" replied one of the maids. While the other waiter was still staring dislike at Sheran.

After the master raised her to be his real wife, Sheran became so arrogant.

Though everyone clearly knew how her origin, the poor girl who was bought by the Master.

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"Why look at me like that? you don't like it?" ask Sheran.

The waiter lowered his head deeply.

"Sorry Madam" he said in defence.

"Do you not know the ethics when dealing with an employer? looking directly at your masters and mistresses like that is very disrespectful, always lower your eyes" Sheran lamented.

"Sorry Madam, I won't repeat it again."

"What's the point of sorry? I'll keep an eye on you" Sheran threatened.

The waiter immediately gulped down his coarse saliva, growing more wasp with his own fate.

Zeon who was in that room as well and saw everything somehow smiled slightly, rather than Sheran whining, he preferred such a creepy Sheran.