Wife Contract Emperor Brutal
S4: A Painting
"Master," cried Viscount Elca. The man who had been staring all day loosened his face. His face looked puffy, he was massaging his temples.
"Is there any work that makes you feel dizzy?" liera asked with a worried face. He knew the man in front of him was sad. Even her tears still stand. His nose also looked red.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
What should he do, so that the man in front of him opens up. Her heart began to tremble, which woman did not hurt to see her husband think of another woman.
As much as he loved her, did he have to give up?
Her heart was indecisive, it had been a few months before her husband Empire was across. But still can't get his heart. Will he give up or not. His heart .wanted him, as long as he can be with the man he loves, even though not getting his love does not matter to him.
"Why isn't the waiter delivering it? you don't have to bother like this." His speech.
"Master hasn't had breakfast yet. I'm afraid you'll get sick. You better take a break."
"Thank you for worrying about me. Have you had breakfast?" ask Viscount Elca.
"It's sir." Liera smiled as she looked at Viscount Elca who took out a piece of bread.
Viscount Elca ate the bread smeared with strowbery jam, instead of being bitter when a piece of bread was fused into his mouth. He grabbed the glass of milk that was beside him, instead of sweet even more bitter. The bitter taste in his mouth followed the bitter taste in his heart.
Viscount Elca put the bread back. Then he breathed. These few months, he felt bad eating and sleep was reduced. The spirit of life he no longer felt.
"Master," Viscount Elca looked at him lazily.
"Is there anything you want to share? it seems like mister there's something mister is thinking." Liera.
"Oh, I'm busy. You better take a break. Not good for the baby and you." Viscount Elca looked down again, as if he was focusing on the paper in front of him. Actually no, his mind was on somewhere else. He glanced at the drawer, the edge of the painting tucked away. His hands were itching, wanting to take the painting. But Liera was still beside him.
While Liera, she felt awkward with Viscount Elca glancing at her. Then his eyes followed Elca's glances fixed on a lychee and the tip of the paper tucked away. He wondered what the contents of the paper were, because he felt bad, he chose to leave Viscount Elca.
"Sir, I'll excuse you." Liera.
Viscount Elca leaned his neck. He took his breath deep. Then take the paper in that drawer.
"Huft, thank goodness. I thought this painting was torn." Viscount Elca opened the scroll and grabbed it, feeling the warmth she felt. Viscount Elca closed her eyes, imagining herself touching Michelia's face. The deeper he fantasized the deeper he felt his heartbeat lurch. In his dream, he approached and approached until the lips were fused together. But a voice managed to wake him from his beautiful dream.
"Elca," cried a man. "What are you thinking?" ask Duke Elios.
"There is no Father. I'm just relaxing."
Duke Elios looked towards the painting. "You want it, I'll propose to you. I'll talk to Duke Rachid."
"It doesn't take me to let Elca say it."
Duke Elios patted his shoulder, "Good son. Love must be fought." Duke Elios said proudly. "For Liera's business, let Daddy take care of it. It's all father's selfishness. Oh yeah, Anabella's birthday is soon. I meant to invite them. So prepare your mental."
"Ah, I forgot." Viscount Elca patted her forehead, she could have forgotten her sister's birthday. He rolled the paper back, put it in the drawer, to where it was.
"All right Dad I'll prepare a gift for sister."
"Come, I'd like to buy something for your sister, too." Said Duke Elios hurrying away at the follow Elca.
After the two men came out of the Viscount residence. A woman quietly entered the office of Viscount Elca. Nervously, he pushed his wheelchair towards Viscount Elca's desk. I am sure that this paper is not ordinary paper. With trembling hands he opened the drawer. Slowly swallowing his saliva, he opened the scroll.