The Marriage of Mr. Arogan
Inner contact?

On the last floor of the WS Group building, a President and his wife were seen talking. They're talking about Mark and Jen's twisted love story.

"Are you sure Mark's gonna melt?" ask Amey.

"What we have to worry about is not Jodi Sinting."

"Then?"

"Garfield!"

"You mean, Jenifer?"

"Yes, he I mean."

Amey scrunched her forehead. His gaze shifted to a glass wall that showed the view below. "Why should Jenifer. Don't you think Jen likes Mark?"

"Darling, don't you see Garfield's behavior and appearance. She was no longer the slovenly girl Mark had always stayed away from. He's changed. Even his appearance and abilities were already on par with Eggie's. What I'm worried about, is that Jen's going to take revenge on Mark for being rejected outright and even insulted by Mark."

"There's a point too. But I'm sure Jen isn't that kind of woman. Ohya, by the way do you know where Mark would turn down Jenifer?"

"Actually at the time of the incident, I was at the scene."

"Lahhh why are you there," asked Amey puzzled.

"You know if I don't like waiting the most. Since I had been waiting for him in the car for almost half an hour, I decided to go straight to him. But when I just got out of the elevator, I overheard Mark talking to a woman."

"Good, Honey! Ahaha!" Amey. "So you eavesdropped?"

"Yes, you could say so. But I wasn't intentional."

"Just, if you know all of Mark's love stories."

"That's what made me think that Garfield would reject Mark outright. Moreover, Garfield was already a pretty woman."

"Why so pretty? She's obviously very pretty" Amey said.

"For me, you're the most beautiful of all the girls on the planet" teased Amey.

"Ishhhhh, Honey! You're making me ticklish hearing it!" Amey wriggling.

"Huhahah!" Arsen looked up at Amey who was blushing in shame.

"Ehem! All right, I'll talk to Jen and give her a little advice."

"I'm sure if Mark has been clamps with Garfield. Let's just see, until where his prestige will rule his mind and heart."

"A arrogant man, rough and cold like an ice block whose prestige level is deified, can become a bucin. Huhah!"

"You're offending me, Memey?!" looking at Amey sharply.

Seeing Arsen's face turn flat and cold, Amey stopped her laughter. Why is he looking at me like that? bad feeling?! he said in his heart.

Amey was silent. Seeing that made Arsen wantonly pounce on the woman in front of him. And sure enough, as fast as lightning Arsen langusung hit Amey with a loud kiss.

"Darling, you want a present from me?" whisky Arsen.

"Ha-gift?" lirih Amey's.

"Let's make a little sister for the four twins!"

Amey's cheeks returned with a red hue. He smiled and lowered his head. "But you have to promise."

"Promised?"

"Yes. Just one more! Not much more. I was afraid to see my stomach grow up" Amey said bluntly.

"All right, sweetheart. I'll limit my army of superior seeds."

"Can you?!"

"Only God knows!" Arsen's hand immediately ventured into his wife's two soft shells. His lips did not stop playing around Amey's neck.

And that afternoon, at the parent company of the WS Group, on the last floor, there was a sudden boxing fight that somehow the rounds would end.

***

Paradise Hotels

"It's nice to work with you" Mark said, sticking out his hand.

"Yes, I am also lucky to be working with the WS Group."

"Thank you for taking the time." Jen smiles and shakes hands with the man who just signed a contract with them.

"Together Secretary Jen. I am very honored to see the Secretaries at WS Group. In addition to the computer and clever you are also very cheerful and certainly very charming."

"Ohya, how's Secretary Eggie doing?"

Jen was silent for a moment. He didn't know what to say, because he didn't know where Eggie was either.

"I don't think that question has anything to do with work. So we're sorry for not giving the right answer to your question" Mark said coldly.

The grizzled middle-aged man only smiled and nodded his head.

"Alright, if there is nothing more to discuss about the work, we beg to leave" said Jen.

The man nodded slowly. "Then I'll see you again."

Jen smiled and sat on her head. He took his foot and left the man. Mark followed her.

"Master, Mark? Are you going back to the parent company?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then, please bring this document to the archive," handed over some paper wrapped in brown envelopes.

Mark receives the document and leaves Jen. Take it and go, Mark. No more excuses to keep you with him! Inner Mark.

Jen looked behind Mark's back. "Still the same. Cold and cranky," muttered little smiling Jen.

Just as Jen was about to head to her room, she suddenly recalled something. "God! I almost forgot. I promised I'd have lunch with Jire. All right, but today's work is done, I'll have lunch outside."

Jen walked to the parking lot. But his steps stopped when he saw Mark who was still standing in front of the hotel lobby. "Ohiya, Mr. Mark didn't bring a vehicle." Jen walked over to Mark. "Master?"

Mark surprised. "What's wrong?"

"Are you waiting for a taxi?"

"Yes" nodded his head.

"Then let me drive you."

"It's okay, I can take a taxi. Anyway you seem busy," dear Mark. In her heart, she wants to be with Jenifer.

"I'm not busy, sir. I was just about to have lunch outside with Jire. Oh, will you join?"

"Lunch?" Mark seemed to think for a moment.

"Yes. If you're not busy, "smile looking at Mark.

Reject or accept?! Ah shit! If I accept it, my pride will definitely look low. But if I refuse, I will definitely regret it later?!

"Ehm, it seems like Mister is busy, It's okay--"

"No. I'm not busy!" curse Mark reflex, cut off Jen's speech.

Jen smiled slightly as she looked at Mark's stiff face.

"W-why are you smiling? Is there anything funny?" Mark looked at his suit."There's nothing weird," he said.

"No Sir. Let's go."

Jen walked in front of Mark. His lips again let out a small curve. And not just Jenifer, Mark also seemed to put on an unusual smile. He looked behind Jen's back with a smile.

Do I still have a chance?! But maybe not! Inner Mark.

Jen looked back with a confused expression. "Sir, are you talking to me?" jen asked suddenly.

Mark frowned. "I didn't make a sound from earlier. What did you hear?" Damnit damnit! Lest he had contracted the Young Master virus. But still I don't believe in supernatural powers!

"I heard like Master asked me something. But maybe it's just my feeling" holding his nape.

The deg!

Is this called inner contact?

Mark no longer talks. He continued walking with a mind full of questions swirling around his head.

Tbc ...

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