Trapped in Crazy CEO Desire
Only As a Tool

"Sir, is it not the least bit cruel to leave Miss Kejora alone?"

Nicholas, who was playing a cell phone, turned his head. Giving a strange look to his assistant. Since yesterday she felt that something was wrong with the woman.

"Cruel?"

"Ah, I mean we're going one way with the hospital. It doesn't hurt to take the lady along to leave" Hans continued.

"What's really wrong with him? Why do I feel like you've always been on her side, Hans? Do you like that woman so much?" nicholas asked, narrowing his eyes.

Hans shook his head quickly. "It's not like that, sir. This, I've been recording all your activities with Miss Kejora from the very beginning of your coming to this city. You can see it for yourself."

Nicholas receives a tablet from Hans and sees some photos of himself with Kejora.

"The first time you came, you were framed by someone and raped Miss Kejora by accident. Then you kept approaching Miss Kejora to take responsibility, but she refused" Hans explained.

Nicholas is silent. Busy looking at some documents involving her interaction and Kejora. There are photos and videos that have been clearly summarized there.

"Because in your subconscious you keep remembering Miss Kejora, finally Doctor Zang advises you to keep in touch with her. But ... Unfortunately Miss Kejora also can not cure your disease."

Nicholas turned off the tablet he was holding. It was over he saw and began to understand the reason the woman knew him.

"So, I used to make him a tool to cure my disease?" ask Nicholas.

"true."

Nicholas leaned on the shoulder of the car while sighing. "Had he known me and talked a lot that night. I guess he's just talking."

"But you don't worry, Sir. Today Doctor Zang has already recommended some women, you can start dating her. There could be one of them that can cure your disease" Hans concluded.

"Tell him there's no need to set up a date for me anymore" Nicholas broke up while twitching the temple. I am angry with my own life. "I'm tired of trying something that doesn't work."

"But, Mister. Maybe this time we'll make it" Hans said.

Nicholas confirmed his sitting position until straight then looked at Hans who was busy driving a car.

"Hans, how many women have I dated till now? The proof is that they can't help me. I forgot about them, there is not a single woman I can remember. How much more do I have to waste my time on this?" ask Nicholas riled.

"But, Mr ...."

"My mission is probably a curse from God for me, Hans. So, inevitably I have to accept it. No one can help me get out of this, "cut Nicholas first.

Hans speechless. I felt that Nicholas' words had a point. There have been many women present in Nicholas' life but there is absolutely no woman who can cure his superior's disease.

Nicholas suffers from heterosexual amnesia. Trauma in the past that makes him often forget the woman in his life when the rain comes. It made Nicholas date many women to help him out of this problem. Until now, no one has been able to cure his disease.

Only a handful of people knew of Nicholas' illness. The disease has been a big secret for the past few years, even hidden from his own family. In his quest over the past few years, Nicholas has not found a woman he cannot forget at all.

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"Kejora, where did you get that kind of money for the operation?"

The Kejora has not answered. Choosing to use his grandmother's body to be laid to bed. "Grandmother should not worry. I borrowed it from my friend."

"It's good that your friend," said Ratih justifying his position. "Oh, yes, if you don't mind grandma meeting him to thank you."

The hands of the Kejora holding the blanket suddenly stopped. Looking up quickly towards his grandmother who was staring no less closely.

"He's too busy, Grandma. It might be hard to find her," she said with a sweet smile.

"Oh, so. Then just tell her that grandma is very grateful for being helped," replied Ratih.

Kejora. "All right."

Ratih put his head on a pillow that has been neatly arranged by Kejora. When he finished, Kejora stared at the watch in his hand to look at the time. He remembered there was an appointment with someone today.

"It's okay. Grandma is healed anyway. Go."

Kejora kissed her grandmother's hand before leaving. "Kejora go first, Grandma."

While keeping her grandmother in the hospital, Kejora was finally able to go home with relief given her grandmother's improved condition. Kejora himself had promised to work with Nicholas in exchange for the money he borrowed at that time. And now Kejora has arrived at the residential area belonging to Nicholas a few minutes ago.

"Miss, come in," said Hans to greet the Kejora at the gate.

Kejora. Go in and follow Hans from behind. Hans takes her into the spacious house to tell her what the Kejora can and cannot do.

"Because I still have a job, I will briefly explain it to you, Miss."

"All right." Kejora takes a small note and a bolpoint in his bag to record what are the important points.

"First, you have to clean every room here and arrange all the items neatly. Don't get any dust because Mr. Nich hates dust and likes neatness."

Kejora. Write in his little note while walking to follow Hans browsing the contents of the house.

"Secondly, every morning you have to prepare warm water with moderate temperature——not hot or cold——then light a therapeutic aroma candle because Mr. Nich likes to smell it every time he will take a shower."

The shock frowned. There are a lot of rules too. The Kejora immediately shook his head, choosing focus instead of intensity.

"And the third, you don't have to cook because Mr. Nich always orders from restaurants. So, you just have to order every meal you're going to eat from that restaurant and arrange it at the dinner table."

"Any day buying food?" ask Kejora.

"really. Is there a problem, miss?"

Kejora. "No, I was just thinking. Rich people like you like to waste money, huh? While I was just looking for him with great difficulty."

"Miss could have been. Mmm, what I clearly mentioned earlier is the duty of Miss in this house. Don't be banged up or Mr. Nich will scold you" Nicholas whispered.

"Ready!" The Kejora nodded respectfully. "Eh, but ... What about my job at the hotel if I work here?"

"That problem let me handle it. Just give me a letter of resignation."

"Must resign, huh?" ask Kejora sad.

"Should. Because it can be dangerous if others know you work here. It can lead to untrue public opinion."

"All right then."

Hans smiled at a glance. Then it goes on to explain what should and should not be done in that house.

Kejora starts working by putting things in place. Night arrived and Kejora was still busy mopping the floor of the middle room area to the front of the room. Speaking of Nicholas, the man had just come home and cleaned himself in the bathroom.

"What room did I clean all of you, huh?" muttered Kejora confused. Without a second thought, he entered the room and mopped the floor.

Inadvertently Kejora spilled a bottle containing floor cleaning fluid right in front of Nicholas' bathroom door. While Kejora looks back and clean the area around the bed.

Just now Nicholas finished his bath, went out while drying his hair with his eyes closed. Without control, Nicholas's legs slipped so hard that his body sat on the floor.

"Akhhh, my legs!" nicholas screams hard.

The shocked crowd was surprised to hear that scream. Quickly he turned around and immediately rounded his eyes to the point that the mop handle in his hand just fell down.

"What's Tuan——aaaaaaaaa!"

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