Trapped in Crazy CEO Desire
Red Met

“Pagi. I've prepared breakfast.”

The chivalry stands next to the dining table. Early in the morning he came and prepared food for Nicholas.

Nicholas bertehem. Take a piece of bread as breakfast. The cruelty of waiting for Nicholas until his breakfast was finished with a smile. Remembering how Nicholas saved her that night was great.

“Are you not tired of just standing?”

Nicholas observed the Kejora who was just standing. Remembering the words of Zang who told him to approach the Kejora. Nicholas was wondering if that woman could cure him.

Kejora. “I'll wait for you until you finish breakfast. Wait, I also have something for you.”

Nicholas sees Kejora running into the kitchen and brings him a bowl of soup. Kejora stared at his cooking confidently, hoping that Nicholas would like it.

“While you don't like home cooking, but this time I brought you my favorite soup. This recipe is hereditary and will not disappoint. Try.”

Nicholas tasted the soup and judged it for taste. Not bad.

“How? Doesn't it taste so delicious?” ask the enthusiastic Kejora.

“Hmm, passable.”

Moody Kejora. “Do you not like it? Otherwise, I'll take it.”

Nicholas prevented the hands of Kejora who was about to take the bowl. “No need. I'll spend it.”

Kejora. Staring at the voracious Nicholas eating his homemade soup. Nicholas felt looked at from earlier made him now look at Kejora who smiled to see him.

“Why?”

Kejora sat in the next chair while staring fixedly at his interlocutor. “I just thank you for saving me that night. I don't know what's gonna happen if you don't come to save me."

Nicholas just nodded in response.

“But you said you were going to work that night. Aren't you leaving because of me?” ask Kejora carefully.

“The problem is done and there is no need to go.”

Kejora. “Oh, thank goodness then. I thought you canceled your job for me. If the example is true like that, I feel a little guilty.”

“Why?” Nicholas raises one eyebrow.

“Yes, because I messed up again. I've always made you miserable,” shouts Kejora.

“Actually a little difficult is also okay,” mumbled Nicholas looked away drinking a glass filled with milk.

“What?” reset Kejora.

“I mean that if you're aware you've been making it difficult for me, then reduce your careless attitude. Do you think I'm not tired of the problems you're having?”

Kejora. All this time he felt a burden on Nicholas who always helped him. Even when helpless, Nicholas secretly gives him help.

“You're right. All this time I've always made trouble and made it difficult for you. So from now on I promise I will earnestly work and immediately pay off my debt.”

The vile looked inside Nicholas in front of him with a smile. Nicholas felt that something different was happening to him when he was stared at like that, so he cleared his throat to remove the awkwardness.

“Please get me a drink,” the door.

Kejora. “Wait a minute.”

The opportunity was used by Nicholas to breathe as deeply as possible. His body temperature suddenly increased When the Kejora looked at him meaningfully. Nicholas to loosen his tie due to feeling tight. However, he did not know what made his body feel this bad.

The shock frowned. There was something strange about Nicholas. Kejora tilted her head to see if anything happened. Nicholas involuntarily turned his face and the two stared intensely.

Nicholas mute. Within this close distance he could clearly see how the beautiful face of Kejora was in front of him. Shut up, soak up what's in front of him.

Unlike the Kejora who seems worried about the state of Nicholas. Because the man's face was flushed red and sweat ran down his forehead. Kejora panicked, worried if only Nicholas got sick.

“Hmm, why is your face flushed? Are you sick?” ask Kejora while holding Nicholas' cheek.

Nicholas rounded his eyes. Feeling a subtle touch on his cheek. A second later he regained his senses and immediately brushed off the hands of Kejora on his cheeks violently. The cruelty of course was surprised. Looking at Nicholas strangely.

“K-why?” Kejora.

“No. It's nothing.”

Kejora ducked down again and observed Nicholas' face. Pointing at Nicholas' cheeks that had been flushed like tomatoes. “But your face is flushed. Are you sick again? Like that night.”

Kejora stared fixedly at Nicholas's two eyes. Confused and worried if Nicholas was in such pain that night.

Nicholas is beating hard. Sliding the chair he was sitting on back then he stood up while patting his fairly tangled suit. Actually it's just a diversion because Nicholas' nervousness is out of control.

“You, can't keep your distance with me?” sewot Nicholas's.

"Why?" Confused Kejora.

"You, your face is too close to me. I can't even breathe properly because you're looking at me that close" nervously Nicholas explained.

Kejora. “Oh, sorry. I'm just worried about why your face is pale. I thought you were sick.”

“I'm not sick, okay. And keep my distance from now on,” pinta Nicholas while sweating coldly.

The Kejora is confused. Actually, he doesn't understand what's going on right now. His focus was still divided when he saw Nicholas' paled face. The vile is worried that Nicholas will be sick like that night.

“Master,” by Hans.

Nicholas cleared his throat and rushed over to Hans. “Why, Hans? Is everything ready? If we leave.”

“Where to go, Mister? Here is the file I brought. Didn't you just ask that all files be done at home?”

Hans astonished. He heard clearly that Nicholas had given him the task of bringing the file home, but now he had taken it away.

“Depart anywhere. I don't give a shit. Anyway have to leave,” break up Nicholas who goes straight from there.

Hans scratched the nape that was not itchy. “What's with him? Not that I didn't go to the office. Weird.”

“I feel that way too. Suddenly his face paled. When I checked he was angry. Looks like she's sick, Hans. You should watch him.” Kejora.

Hans nodded. “Sure. Then I go first, Miss.”

Kejora. Knowing that Nicholas was gone, he cleaned up the leftovers and washed the kitchen utensils. Clean the house and arrange everything until it is neat. Not long after, the house bell rang. Kejora rushed to open the door and observed the middle-aged woman in socialite style being in front of him.

“Excuse me, Mistress. Who'd you look for, huh?” ask Gentle Kejora.

The sunglasses perched on the woman's nose were lowered. High-poly hair with branded bags in the hand further adds to the impression of arrogance. The middle-aged woman turned to observe the Kejora in front of her. The woman turned out to be Amor, Nicholas' stepmother.

“Who are you? Where is Nicholas?”

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