The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 30: THE CONFESSION
"Pa ... hasn't?" Cheryl spoke softly after not hearing her father's explosive anger.
"What has it been? Beware if you dare to turn off the phone, papa immediately flew to Jakarta this very second," said the man was indisputable.
Cheryl pleaded, "Eng .. no, Pa. Geez, negative is his mind! My handsome father is matchless and mighty said my mother, sorry Cheryl. Because it ran out of battery and didn't look at all." The girl held her breath while seducing the man across there.
Only a rough roar of breath could be heard. Cheryl gulped her hard-earned saliva. Fear of unexpected things done by his father. His chest was irregularly beating.
"Pa," call Cheryl in a spoiled tone. "Sorry Cheryl!" he almost cried.
"Hahah! Papa's worried about you, honey." Tiger let out a long sigh and lowered his tone.
"I'm fine, Pa," Cheryl said convincingly. Even though in the heart it was so great. Afraid that his father would find out what happened. Can be earth-baked club.
"Yaudah! If there is anything immediately press the alarm on your HP. All papa's teams will come right away!"
Although it has been almost a quarter century, Tiger still treats his daughter like a child. Always monitor her daughter's every move.
'Not even a day is like a possessed person. Who else if not papa, ' his grunts in heart.
"Ready, Papa!" the excitement immediately turned off the phone. A wide smile was now engraved on his pale lips. But it does not diminish her beauty.
Unknowingly, Jourrel also smiled. From then on he leaned on the edge of the nightstand. His arms wrapped around each other in front of his chest. The bead of his eyes did not escape the slightest of Cheryl's facial expressions.
He looked up when he felt noticed. Suddenly his smile faded. "Ehm!" Cheryl cleared her throat and shifted her eyes.
"Cher!"
"Jhon!"
The man let out a long sigh, "Ladies first," he said.
"No, you go first!" push Cheryl shakes.
"I ... I want to apologize! Because you have to stop your car. And it's not really Tristan's fault, but because I interfered without his knowledge, it actually harmed you," I'm stammered Jourrel. He must choose the right words.
"One more time, I'm sorry, Cheryl." Jourrel looked down, not daring to show his face.
Although originally it was really intended to harm the girl, but now everything changes. Plus, there are so many who love and protect the girl. He himself realized the charm that the girl exuded.
"Tristan where?" cheryl asked when she saw no one but the two of them.
"He was here, but back to take care of your car and my bike" said Jourrel lethargic. She felt Cheryl was angry with him. Obviously thinking that way, this is fatal.
Cheryl grabs a hair tie that is nearby. Then tie her long, wavy blonde hair. He let out a heavy sigh, looking at the handsome man seriously.
"Emang usually you always miff?" asked Cheryl squinted her eyes.
Jourrel stuttered, "I .. yes, that's how it is," he said.
"But, if you hadn't stopped, I might have died! You, Tristan, are the first and second people I came to!" he stared at the full grin.
By reflex, Jourrel's index finger was raised and stuck to Cheryl's lips. The gentle touch made Cheryl fixated. Her beautiful Netra blinked gently, her eye beads moving left and right following the movements of Jourrel's eyes.
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