Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 178
"Excuse me," one of the Caucasian women who had discussed Alan and Irene approached their table.
The woman carrying an expensive glass of wine showed her sensuality as if to show off that she was much prettier than Irene.
"Sir, do you have a minute to have a drink with us?" ask her in a seductive tone.
Irene looked away. He felt like laughing at the ridiculousness of the woman's behavior. Besides being disrespectful, they were also overconfident.
"Sorry, Miss. I'm not interested" Alan replied.
"Come, there are a lot of new friends who will make you feel at home with us. Moreover, we are all beautiful," he persuaded.
"Again thanks for the invitation. But I'm not interested. I already have a future wife" Alan said. He refused the invitation.
"What ... You mean this woman?" tanyanya while looking down on Irene's appearance blatantly.
"True, she's my future wife" Alan replied firmly.
"Oh, you must be kidding me. It's so ridiculous. I wanted to vomit to hear it. Hahaha ..." the woman left there after making fun of Alan and Irene's relationship.
"It must have been a terrible appearance huh, sister," Irene muttered. He wondered why so many people would look down on his appearance.
"What are you talking about? You look beautiful today" praised Alan.
Although the standard of beauty in general Irene skin color does not fit the criteria, but the body shape and style of clothing worn is very fashionable. If Irene hid her face, the silhouette of her body would definitely people think of her as a beautiful woman.
"So, Brother Alan doesn't mind my appearance like this?" Irene asked to make sure. There's no way it feels like an Alan doesn't feel ashamed to be with a woman as ugly as him.
Alan smiled. He rubbed Irene's head gently. "I don't care how you look. Live for yourself, no need to care what people say" Alan said wisely.
Irene looks troubled. He played his fingers as if he wanted to reveal something but did not dare.
"Sister, may I ask you something?" Irene asked in courage.
"Tell me."
"If Alan's brother finds someone he's trusted but has lied to him, what will Alan do to him?"
Alan was silent for a moment. "In my principle of life, there are two things I cannot accept. Was ... Betrayal and lies" he said.
Hearing that answer Irene blurted out telling the truth. He thought Alan would be very playful if he knew all along he disguised himself as many characters created.
"Why are you asking like that?" asked Alan astonished.
"It's okay, Brother. I'm just asking" Irene said.
After their lunch was over, the two returned to their hotel rooms. Irene came to Adila's room. The woman had come home after a walk with Arvy.
"Can you forgive the person who lied to you for so long?" ask Irene.
"That depends. If it's a big lie, I can't understand it or forgive it."
Irene took a long breath. He did not expect his decision to disguise would become a reality. His life became full of falsehoods. His mood had completely become chaotic.
***
The atmosphere in the snow skiing area was very crowded. Tourists from all over the world gather there for fun.
"Come, Adila! You can do it!"
Irene cheered Adila who had fallen down while trying to use her skateboard. Seeing Adila fall down so many times, Irene wanted to laugh. Adila's style when falling is very funny but pitying.
"Irene, I'm giving up! I can't play" Adila said with a breath of air. He was already very exhausted and in pain from falling many times.
"Don't give up that way, follow my way, later you can!" Irene kept giving her spirit.
Adila raised her hand sign of surrender. "My body hurts all. If I continue, it feels like my bones will be destroyed."
"okay ...."
"I want to rest first" said Adila. He got out of the ski game area towards the edge. He sat on a bench in front of one of the lodges looking at people who were so skilled at skiing.
"Now!" Arvy offered Adila a glass of hot water.
"Oh, thank you." Adila received the drink and held it with both hands. He breathed in the good aroma of coffee. He drank little by little to warm his body.
"How was that? What's fun?" ask Arvy.
"No ... Not at all pleasant. My body hurts all because of Irene," Adila complained.
"I said not to play with him either. If you want to study with me," said Arvy.
"I don't feel good if we keep going both. They're the ones paying for our vacation." Adila looked at Irene who was busy skiing with Alan. The woman looks very agile skating on her board.
"Isn't that good? They will soon be married too. We can also date as much as possible here," said Arvy.
"Irene's cool, huh? He can be so good. Has he been skiing a lot?" Adila focused on watching Irene ski. It looks like the woman is highly trained.
"I was also surprised by him. Whatever he's holding, it looks like he can do" Arvy said.
"Sure Brother Alan likes it. Irene is full of talent. He's a fun friend too."
Arvy watched Irene and Alan with focus. Last night Alan also told her that the man liked Irene. He still could not be sure if his brother was really telling the truth. Irene does have a lot of talent, but from a very lame level with her brother.
"Ar, wanna go snowball? There seems to be a lot of people," asked Adila. He saw a group of people throwing snowballs at each other while laughing with excitement.
"Well! That's a very childish game, Adila. We better stay here."
"Well, if you don't want to, I'll play there myself!"
Adila ran excitedly towards the group of strangers. He immediately mingled and attacked others with a snowball he made.
"He why? He said his body hurt but he was still running like that. Hah ...," muttered Arvy.
Seeing Adila who looked so happy, he felt very happy. They were very rarely able to meet let alone spend time together like now. Although there was a sense of annoyance forced to come there by her brother, the presence of Adila made her irritation treated.
The influence of the news media in the country is very scary. If news of their closeness circulated, the entertainment universe would definitely come back as crowded as before. He felt that Alan and Irene deliberately invited them there to have a little fun and avoid the tedious routine as an artist.