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“But Nik. I really want to know how far Abi's affair went. I also want to know whether it is true that this woman was playing with fire behind Mommy's back? You know, don't you, I..."

Alesya trailed off when Nicholas kissed her lips. “Darling, listen to me. There is no longer any point in bringing up the past of someone who has died. What's more, he is your father, so let all this disgrace be kept under wraps and just focus on your happiness. "I don't want you to get sick thinking about this, honey," persuaded Nicholas gently.

He really doesn't want Alesya to be trapped in the wounds of the past, his current intention is to welcome the future so that Alesya can truly find true happiness. Not just pseudo.

"Instead of thinking about that, it's better if you tell me where you dream of going on your honeymoon. Even though we have done it often, I still want to give a special gift to my future wife." Pinching Alesya's sharp nose.

Alesya hugged Nicholas tightly, letting their skin touch each other. "I don't want to ask for much, I just want to always be near you."

"Is it true?" Nicholas rubbed Alesya's innocent back.

"Yes, with you by my side it's more than enough, Nik."

"Okay, if that's what you want." Nicholas pulled the corners of his lips back closer so he could enjoy Alesya's lips. "I think the second round tonight is suitable to celebrate your divorce from Bryan," he persuaded, wanting to divert Alesya's attention so she wouldn't keep thinking about her parents' problems.

Besides, Liliana and Aditama have calmed down in nature, their disgrace or problems should no longer be brought up which will only make Alesya hate her father figure.

"You're always good at making me soar high," he sighed, when Nicholas greeted him again down there.

There was no more pain, all that was left was pleasure because she was used to receiving all the pleasure that the man gave her.

While enjoying their lovemaking for the second time, when Nicholas was going in and out regularly, squeezing Alesya's favorite moci, his cell phone which was at the head of the bed rang loudly. I ignored it several times, but it never stopped.

Slightly annoyed, Nicholas grabbed the cellphone, without stopping his activities. He chuckled in annoyance, seeing that Bryan never stopped contacting him. Even though he had rejected it several times.

"Pick it up first, who knows, it might be important," whispered Alesya between sighs.

Lazy indeed, but Nicholas still received a call from Bryan, afraid that the man would tell him how his father was in the hospital.

"What is it?"

"Where are you?" Instead of answering, Bryan instead asked Nicholas a question.

"Quickly say what you want, because I don't want to be disturbed."

"Viska, your ex-girlfriend caused me bad luck tonight, so in three months I have to marry her, she is really a cunning and snake woman." Bryan immediately grumbled

"What do you mean?" Nicholas gave chase and stopped the activity he was doing first.

"Long story, basically you have to go home and help me find where Viska's husband is."

"Viska is none of my concern. If you want to fight or get married, I don't care. Anything related to that woman is no longer my problem. Besides, you should know that dealing with those two people only brings continuous misfortune. Yet, you're approaching both of them. Now, enjoy your misfortune while I enjoy my happiness," Nicholas said, ending the call abruptly. He didn't forget to turn off his phone.

Because Bryan's call was about Viska, it meant that nothing significant had happened at the hospital.

Shabila jolted and quickly pulled the blanket to cover her naked body. She didn't forget to kick Gibran, who was still sleeping, beside her.

Gibran woke up from his sleep, looking around. He rubbed his sore butt because he had suddenly fallen off the bed, all thanks to Shabila, who had given him an unexpected kick in the morning.

"What did you do to me?" Gibran asked, covering himself with his shirt, even though it only concealed his lower half. He wanted to speak with Shabila more respectfully, given the situation.

"Don't pretend not to remember anything. I know we did something wrong, so I want to hold you accountable because you harassed me," Shabila crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows slightly, pretending to be angry even though her memory had started to return.

She knew and was fully aware that she was the one who had initiated things with Gibran. Because she was accustomed to it, Shabila often got drunk and woke up next to an unfamiliar man, unclothed. But this time, she recognized the man, so there was a bit of embarrassment in admitting that she had initiated it.

"I still don't understand how I ended up here with you. I swear I don't remember," Gibran said, sitting on the edge of the bed, vigorously massaging his head as he tried to remember what had happened.

Gibran only remembered that he was heartbroken because of Viska. She didn't want to accept him as her husband anymore. To vent all that pain, he decided to get drunk. All those memories were lost when he suddenly woke up next to Shabila without any barriers between them.

"Wait... if I'm not mistaken, didn't you approach me?" After nearly ten minutes of thinking and silence, Gibran finally saw flashes of Shabila approaching and teasing him.

Memories came back like a movie spoiler in the back of his mind. Images danced before his eyes. "It can't be, no woman harasses a man first," Shabila scoffed. "It's better if you take responsibility and take me home. If I go home this early in the morning like this, I can guarantee that my father will be furious and throw a fit."

"Father? Wait, why father? Aren't you Bryan's wife?" Gibran tried to recall who Shabila really was now that his consciousness had fully returned.

"Yes, I'm Shabila, Bryan's wife. But, even though you know I'm the wife of your friend's brother, you still did that to me. What if I get pregnant with your child?"

"You can't be pregnant because we only did it once."

"Oh, just once? Well, Viska got pregnant from you even though you only did it once. Don't think I don't know how..."