True Love of the CEO
Suddenly my feet hurt

After a few minutes later, Ana came with a broom and also a place to dispose of the broken plate. He immediately rushed to clean the broken plate due to his own actions.

Ana stared cynically at Leta who was currently fast asleep, her hands clutching tightly to the broom in her hand to hold back her frustration towards Let, the girl who had done nothing wrong to her. It's just that jealousy has made Ana hate the beautiful girl.

"Based on cheap girls! It's so good that he sleeps here. Since I have to clean up this fucking plate shard. Goddamn bum! I'm supposed to be Kendrick's mistress, not this cheap woman." Inner Ana again stared at the cynical Leta who was still asleep with her breath.

Ana began to clean up the pring shards, glancing at Sneaker Leta as she smiled, as if she was thinking of an evil plan for Leta.

Ana glances at Ken, the man seems very focused on checking some files on his desk, Ana smiles again, but, then he took the broken plate and put it in Sneaker Leta.

"Felt! A cheap woman like you deserves this." Inner Ana without letting go of the grin on her face. After that, Ana returned to clean up the broken plate quickly. After a few minutes, Ana finally finished cleaning the fragments of the plate, immediately she walked up to Ken who was still focused on his work.

"Sir Ken. Excuse me first." Pamit Ana always showed her sweet smile to Ken, the man who had been her target.

"It's over?" Ken asked a glance at Ana.

"It's Ken sir." Sahut Ana fast.

"Is it really clean?" Ken again asked with his cold tone.

"Already sir. If you don't believe it, you can see it." Ana without changing the expression on her face.

"Goodoo. You can go." Ken said without looking at Ana.

"Good sir Ken. Then excuse me first." Pamit Ana gets a nod of her head from Ken. After that Ana immediately turned around and went to step on both feet with a sly smile that was again plastered on her face.

Two hours later.

Time shows at 17:35 p.m. Ken finished his work, stretched the muscles in his hand, and took his cell phone on his desk. Ken immediately looks for Seth's contact, then contacts him directly and attaches the phone to his ear.

"Yes, boss. Can anyone help?" Seth asked when he had answered the call from his boss.

"Yes! I'm done, you go get the car ready for me." Ken's orders are flat as ever.

"Ready, boss. Anything else?" Seth asked politely.

"Nothing." Ken's voice is short and compact.

As usual, Ken would disconnect unilaterally, without waiting for an answer from his assistant.

Ken put the phone in his pants pocket, then after that he got out of his big chair and walked up to Leta who was still asleep with a slumber.

Ken crouched down, he gently rubbed the top of Leta's head while smiling faintly. "It turns out you're prettier when you're asleep." Ken muttered slowly.

"Why am I crazy about you, Letshia? What magic have you given me?" Inner Ken without letting go of the smile on his handsome face.

Slowly Ken's hand began to stretch out intending to lift Leta's body, but his intention came to a halt when Leta suddenly opened her two eyeballs slowly, staring at Ken with life still not fully accumulated.

Ken smiled, and now his hand was gently stroking the head of Leta. "Wake up, baby." Ask Ken so gently.

"Eh,,, jeez... What are you doing?" The cry of Leta whose life has now been fully accumulated.

"Ken... Don't tease me, I don't like." Leta said as she got up and sat on the sofa.

"Well I won't tease you anymore, baby. I just want to wake you up." Ken without letting go of the smile on his handsome face.

"Huh, you little bummer. Emm are you done?" Leta asked while looking at Ken's handsome face.

"Already, darling. Eat it I wake you up to sleep. Let me drive you home, hunt you down tonight." Said Ken while standing in front of Leta.

"Well, I'll put my shoes on for a second." Leta wearing her Sneakers.

"Why did you take off your shoes, baby?" Ask Ken for wonder.

"Because I was uncomfortable sleeping, Ken. Eat it I accidentally take off my shoes." Leta without looking at Ken.

"Here let me help you put it on." Ken crouches back and shakes the Sneaker shoes in Leta's hands.

"No need, Ken. I can wear it myself." Reject the smooth Leta.

"No need, baby. Let me put your shoes on, and you'll just have to sit up, okay." Ken said as he looked up at Leta's pretty face.

"Emmm.... It's up to you." Leta's slightly misbehaved getting a look from Ken's.

"God... Isn't that Jarvis Kendrick Kyler who's cold and haughty? Why could he behave like this to me? Is he really interested in me? Oh my... Just this time someone put me in shoes, not even Raymond has." Inner Leta while staring amazed at what her future husband did

"It's over, baby. Let's go." Ken stood up and extended his right hand to Leta.

"Thank you, Ken. You don't actually have to do this for me." Leta said a little softly.

"It's okay, honey. I'm glad I did this for you. Let's go down, Seth the dag is waiting for us downstairs." Ken said without letting go of the smile on his handsome face.

Leta smiled, she stood up and grabbed the hand of her future husband. This time Leta did not reject the hand at all, even Ken's hand was very warm in his hand.

After that both of them began to walk her legs away, but just a few steps, Leta suddenly stopped her footsteps when she felt pain in the soles of her feet.

"What's up, baby?" Ken asked when his future wife stopped.

"Don't know, all of a sudden my feet hurt "Leta's voice grimaced a little.

"Let me check, baby." Said Ken who was about to squat, but was held back by Leta.

"No need, Ken. We better get out of here, pity if your assistant waits for us too long." Reject the soft Leta.

"But if your feet why-why how, dear? Never mind, let me check for a second, yeah." Say Ken while gently rubbing Leta's pretty face.

"Just be it, it's up to you, Ken." Leta resigned because he knew the attitude of Ken who was stubborn and cool with his stance. Ken slowly crouched down, then he released the Sneakers from Leta's legs. Ken looked surprised when he saw the blood coming out of the soles of his wife's feet.

Seriate.