Trapped in Love Widower Playboy
Trapped in Love Widow Playboy. 43

Ace's revenge car pulled over. Entering a house, which is even more suitable to be called a mansion rather than a house. The man's lips were unceasingly smiling, looking at the back seat occupied by Ayara and her two children.

Besides, her cousin-sister-Elena-continues to roll her eyes out of her breath. I don't know what made the girl upset. Ace did not know, nor did he intend to find out.

Stopped car. Ace looked back blatantly, smiling gently at the face of Ayara who had fallen asleep with her daughter's son.

"Oh, we're here."

Ayara moaned, rubbing her eyes for a moment. Then slowly wrapped her hands around Kayla's waist, "Bring Alex, I'll take Kayla. Don't be woken up" he said slowly.

"Humm. Kayla must be heavy, let me take it." Ayara stopped her movement to open the door. Look at Ace, then nod in agreement.

Ace took over Kayla. The little girl had opened her eyes to get annoyed, but Ace's clapping on her back made her fall back to sleep.

Her little lips smiled wide. Hopefully, Kayla doesn't just feel a dream if she's carried by her daddy.

Ace and Ayara go hand in hand. Enter through a large door that is directly connected to the living room.

From the inside, Waduri and Alkenzo come out together with Elena. They were seen sumringah, welcoming the arrival of Ayara who was a little unexpected to come.

"Son, you're coming. The kids are sleeping, yes. Just take it to Alex's room, ahh. later let me tell the waiter to tidy up a special room Kayla. Who knows if he would stay here once in a while!" Waduri.

Ayara stopped her steps for a moment. His face instantly turned grim, Waduri's remark making himself unsettled. He felt that the speech had other meanings, even though Waduri had no intention of doing so.

Maybe occasionally will be taken to stay. Then it will be completely separated by him. Nah! He won't-

"Think what? Come on, take the kids to the room first. Don't think strangely, mama was just too happy to see you guys coming," said Ace calmed Ayara.

Her upper arm was touched gently, reminding Ayara that what she thought was just her fear. For no meaningful reason. He must be able to control himself.

•••

Ayara and Ace just got off the second floor. They made their way to the living room, but only found Alkenzo there.

Ayara even chirped around looking for the existence of Elena or Waduri. But the two women of different ages were not visible at all.

"From what, Ay?" Ace asked.

"Elena's the same Mama, how come they don't look, yeah."

"Elena's home, her parents are again arranging a blind date for her. If my wife was in the kitchen, she might be cooking something" Alkenzo told the newspaper.

Alkenzo's tone sounded flat. The look on his face when he spoke also did not change too much, it seemed cold and did not like it.

Whereas earlier when he first came to bring the children could see the thin smile of this elderly man. But now, it seems like it no longer exists.

Let Ayara think that Kayla is all they ever expected. Not presence.

Shaking her head slowly, Ayara took a deep breath in silence. What he thinks, what if they don't like him. The one with the relationship with this family is indeed his daughter, is she? Consider it a lucky woman who can give birth to a daughter for the heir of the Monata family.

"Emmm... Then I want to follow Mama. Where's kitchen? What's in there?" Ayara said awkwardly. Ace could see if the woman was agitated, slowly Ace kicked the tip of his father's foot, making Alkenzo belik not accept. "Well, excuse me to go to the kitchen, Mr. Ace, sir."

Ayara stopped, unwillingly turning back to look at the great Lord Monata. Waiting for the continuation of the speech that the middle-aged man would say.

"Call me, Papa. Do you understand?" he added while looking at Ayara with a thin sweet smile.

Nothing is happier than being well received by someone. Hearing Alkenzo's words, of course Ayara felt there was a slight spark of happiness in her heart.

If he's accepted like this. They wouldn't have the heart to separate her from her little Kayla, would they? That's what he thinks.

Ayara nodded stiffly, before returning to continue her steps with a wide smile emanating from her face.

Arrive in the kitchen. Ayara can see Waduri struggling with the cauldron, apparently she was helped by some servants. Ayara thought Waduri was cooking alone. He was wrong, the woman seemed to be just commanding this and that as she continued to correct the taste. What to doubt from a wealthy mistress Monata.

"Ma, can I help you?" Waduri glanced at Ayara at a glance. Seeming to think seriously, he seemed to be fondling what his future son-in-law had to do.

Although it's almost finished. There's no harm in letting his son-in-law help.

"Fruit peel for juice, Ay. Can you?" Ayara of course immediately agreed.

A waiter brought Ayara the fruits she needed to peel. There are apples, papayas, mangoes, and pears there. Actually there are bananas and grapes as well, but of course for both fruits he will not peel.

The taste of bananas will change if peeled first and eaten later. The texture of the fruit can also change if stacked with other pieces of fruit.

"Gee... What is Aunty cooking? Loh, there's Ayara too." Joelyn had suddenly come, entering the kitchen area with her expression that pretended to be surprised to see the figure of Ayara there.

"Yes, Mom. I-i-"

"Why did you come here?" waduri asked Joelyn. Cutting out Ayara's new speech will give an explanation to the woman she knows is Alex's mother, and is predicted to be Ace's legal wife. "I don't feel like inviting you at all!"

"I invited Ace, Aunty. He said Kayla would play here today. I think Kayla was picked up by herself, it turned out to be her mother as well, yes," she said in a spoiled voice. But of course there was tucked a mockery also there aimed at Ayara.

"Aces? Don't brag. My son couldn't have done that." Dengus Waduri did not believe it at all.

Not giving up. Joelyn showed evidence of a chat from Ace a few hours ago. That means Ace sent while they were still on their way here.

"Look, right, Aunty. I'm not lying."

"You...!" Waduri was eager to scratch the face of this seductress. The woman who used to work as a cheap prostitute at a club the night before her son paid her, for having given birth to a child, as well as a grandson for her. Damnit damnit! He can't do that here. Ayara would have thought she was an evil mother-in-law.

Not heeding Waduri and Joelyn's quarrel. Ayara continued her work. He has no right to interfere in their quarrels, unless he is brought along.

"You're not going home, Ay. Let Kayla stay with us here. Thank you for that"

Tak... Enough is! Ayara is running out of patience. He placed the knife he used roughly on the table. This woman did not seem to learn from the events in the office at that time. He did not like provocation at all.

"I came with my son, and went home with my son. Besides, I took the initiative to bring my son here, because YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND-TO-BE IS!" Show Ayara pointing towards the middle room. Her loud voice was not playful, even Ace and Alkenzo could hear the word 'Fuck husband candidate' clearly, "Capturing my son's event invitation ticket that I gave them specially."

"Listen Mrs. I don't have any problems with you. But I feel, lately you have been provoking me too often. If anything makes you dissatisfied, please talk to Ace sir. Don't upset me too much, I'm not that good at keeping quiet letting you keep babbling about something obscure!"