The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 15 - A True Apology

Syila's feet were lethargic, she stood before Zean waiting for what she had to fix. Actually this kind of thing is common, it is like a Zean character and often tests patience. However, this time it seems that Zean really punished him because of personal problems.

"Sir."

His voice was very slow, Zean had focused on the ruby in his hand. Did he not think how long Syila waited without certainty there.

Zean still chose silence, his hands deft with eyes that were unusually focused as if they could not be bothered. Syila who was upset and felt ignored without being allowed to sit since the beginning of the long entrance rose blood.

"Zean."

"Hm? Why, Syila," he replied gently without looking at the wife who was now breathing.

"Where to fix, it's been twenty minutes I waited for you to play without any end, you should have treated him like this, Yudha sir, not me."

Zean stopped, he looked at the wife's face, which was now red with anger. Naturally, in fact, anyone in the position of Syila has the right to be very angry. Moreover, since then Zean deliberately ignored and his legs might be sore standing in front of Zean.

"Sheard I wasn't real?!" so upset he was, wanting to feel Zean's hair he pulled up the roots if he could.

The man smiled wryly, he returned the toy to the desk drawer and now moved closer to his wife. His gaze looked relaxed, in contrast to Syila who held an overwhelming annoyance at him. Zean lowered his body when he was one step in front of Syila, his wife who is still emotionally silenced by it.

"angry? You know how long I waited for you in the room this morning? Over twenty minutes," Zean said, causing Syila to swallow her saliva bitterly.

Her husband is vindictive, but it has been explained that he was long because he wanted to straighten out Sulastri's misunderstanding with her. She understood it was wrong, but Zean should have understood and not avenged her in this way.

"But about that, can't you take it to work? It's our problem at home, not the office."

"It was, at first, but it didn't seem to."

Zean was honest, at first he would indeed forget about it for a moment. However, after seeing Shila with Yudha earlier, suddenly the soul suddenly wanted to punish Syila.

"What does that mean? Yeah-don't be crazy, it's still morning and I'm tidy."

There was no word no if Zean wanted something, the man wrapped his hands around the wife's slender waist. No matter how angry she was at Zean, because somehow a Shila could not resist.

Syila's mind was as terrible as that, which is true if Zean desperately asked for his right here. Want how later after that, it will not be funny if Syila was disheveled when it was only nine in the morning.

Zean stared at his wrist, in two hours Nathalia would come to the office to meet him. Of course it was in accordance with their agreement this morning. Nathalia had only just returned on the grounds of her work, while today they had to have lunch with Nathalia's parents, obviously the charade she had to perform.

"I can't be brutal" Zean whispered, until Syila rippled, she took a few steps back. However, instead of creating distance, it makes them closer.

Aware his wife tried to always avoid, Zean smiled thinly until Syila's waist now hit the table. After him, willing to create distance in what way if Zean had succeeded in squeezing his body.

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"I'm angry, Syila .. apologize while the opportunity is still there," said Zean slowly, accustomed to the judge Zean made Syila intoxicated.

She may have gone mad, but Shila remembers Yudha's words about Nathalia and her alleged that her husband was so ruined because of a woman. Not wanting her to be the same as Nathalia who had Zean's mind tormented, Syila suddenly poked her hand against her husband's neck.

"I'm sorry if I let you down this morning" he said then sincerely and kissed Zean's lips full of tenderness.

The umpteenth sweet treatment that makes Zean blossom. He has never misbehaved a puberty boy like this. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Zean scooped up Syila's lips when a few seconds the wife took off her kiss.

It is wrong why a cat is given a salted fish, Syila should apologize with just a word, without having to kiss her lips too. No matter how her lipstick fate after Zean lummatized to such an extent, the man did indeed look thirsty towards women.

It looks like Syila must get used to the practice of setting her breath, thought Syila then because if already in the arms of the husband, Syila must have ended with gasping breath and chest that rumbles incoherently.

"Don't be long, I could die, Zean."

"Don't hold her breath," said Zean chuckling with a hand that had now lifted Shila's short skirt up to her waist. Naturally, this morning Zean asked Syila a little different from her usual appearance.

Syila's breath was more restrained when her eyes saw clearly Zean unzipped pants. The man wasn't joking and seemed to have actually demanded Syila's debt this morning. He sat his wife down on the table before then making Syila gap with her head held high as she felt a foreign sensation enter her body.

He just wants to finish his longing. After a failed night due to a leaky roof drama, then this morning Sulastri's presence gave him a headache, now Zean wants to pour that feeling on Syila slowly and make his wife drift without draining excess energy.

"Is it still sick?" asked Zean in between his activities to make Syila mingle smooth. Zean felt that he was as gentle as it was moving his waist, why did Syila still look in pain.

No, that's not what Syila felt. He was just trying to hold back his sigh in order not to qualify and compensate for Zean's unusually calm game. Deliberately submerging his face in the recess of Zean's neck because if he wasn't so his lips couldn't compromise at all.

Unfortunately, despite that much she tried to keep Syila shrieking when Zean managed to get her to float in this morning. There was no disheveled hair, Zean really thought about it. The man smiled wryly as he looked at the limp face of his wife, even though their game was as smooth as it was, but still Syila was not able to be as calm as Zean.

"I forgive this time, next time never reject me for any reason," said Zean who can only answer Syila with a slow nod because he is still trying to catch his breath.

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