The Most Incredible Wedding
Episode 88: Good at manipulating the heart.
Episode 88: Good at manipulating the heart.
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Time finally passed, though,
In Laura's apartment, she was drinking a lot of champagne, she sat alone and imagined Kenzo was there.
He knew Kenzo and the woman were spending time together and it hurt him.
"I should have been on Kenzo's side,"
"Why mind me? there's no way you've forgotten me, right?"
"You only feel sorry for the woman, and because your heart is good, you want to maintain a marriage that is not based on love!"
"I won't let that happen Ken, I love you so much and I've taken all the risks to be able to part ways quickly and be with you!"
Laura has really made Kenzo her obsession, she feels when Kenzo belongs to another woman she becomes increasingly challenged to get Kenzo.
"Courtesy ... Trings ... Tring!"
Just then his phone rang, the smile on his face was instantly drawn.
"Is this from Kenzo?" he said without thinking straight up the stage.
"Hello?"
Laura raised the call but there was no initial answer.
"Hello, is this you Kenzo? I know you must miss me, right? I know you must have called me, right? Kenzo come back to me ...."
Laura spoke as she pleased, probably because the influence of alcohol in the morning made her unable to think clearly.
Because of course the call was not from Kenzo but her ex-husband who felt played by Laura.
"Oh?! Kenzos? I finally figured out why you're suing me for divorce by doing things all the way, from the start you were just running around in front of me, pretending to be a good wife,"
"After parting I finally know what kind of man you are, you feel at the center of a world where everyone should love you and be your slave, you manipulated me into our breakup and made me the wrong side so you could leave freely and happily!"
"HAHAHA! You're wrong Laura, I swear I'll avenge you, you should know what the consequences are for playing with my heart!"
Laura's ex-husband is also a CEO, although not as famous as Kenzo but he still has power.
And Laura really is a woman who is good at playing with someone's heart.
Laura who heard the threat swallowed her strong saliva, she turned off the call immediately and involuntarily fainted on the table from being too drunk.
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At the same time,
Kenzo had returned to the office while Rembulan returned to his mother's residence to see his mother for a while before tutoring with chef Austin.
The smile on Kenzo's face could no longer be covered, the shadow of the Moon that kept on being in his head made him inexhaustible to think why there was such a blanket woman in the world.
"I'm lucky to have a wife like my wife, how could she be so adorable and sexy at the same time?"
"Did he know how seductive he was? ah ... just parting for a few moments already makes me miss him so much, how is this?"
Kenzo had been so drunk with romance by his wife, how all day he thought about his wife.
"Ah ... after work I will go with her to buy some underwear as I planned, it seems like she does not want anything from me, not even asking for the slightest money, he said, so I have to take the initiative myself ..."
Kenzo already has plans, he does not realize if a lot of files piled up on his desk, because of his impromptu vacation with his wife.
After all, Kenzo is the leader of a company, of course he shouldn't have much time to have fun.
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"Mother .. I'm back,"
The moon returned to her mother's residence with such a bright face, she felt things were getting better and she no longer performed theatrics in her domestic relations.
Because Kenzo seems to want to keep their marriage going, too.
"Son, your face looks so tired, are you okay?" Tasya was worried about her daughter, her eyes looked tired but her smile continued to be visible.
"Hmm? me? of course I'm good Mom, even better than before," exclaimed Moon hugging her mother who had just finished doing the walking exercise as usual.
Tasya smiled, it seemed like she did not have to worry anymore about her daughter's story back then, because now the Moon seemed to have found the answer herself.
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