"What you are wearing now is still too formal. Change to the other one."
Marie waved her hand, putting on a sour look as he had just finished changing into a semi-formal outfit that he thought would be suitable for attending a large scale family event. He felt a bit nervous actually, considering that since their marriage, he had never visited his wife's extended family. And today he had the opportunity to find out what the Hermann family looked like. The woman seldom talked about her family to this day. Only once did the woman talk about her family, and it was only the matter of inviting his father-in-law and his wife's cousin to their wedding.
No more than that.
Because of this reason, he welcomed the golden opportunity to find out the background of Hermann's family one by one, while looking for ways to take over the company from the current owner of the company, James Hermann.
"It's the tenth time you've said the same thing
When their limousine car arrived in front of Hermann's residence, he stood staring at the building all over. This was far from what he imagined earlier. While on the way, he imagined what Hermann's building would look like, and now he was disappointed. He thought it would be much more grandiose than the residences of his two extended families in Italy, but it turned out to be much smaller than he thought. Only one thing caught his eye, a statue of a mermaid holding a large ball—who knew what it was—as a decoration of the fountain in front of Hermann's residence.His maternal grandfather only gave a classic touch to the fountain at the Aldebrando residence during the four years he spent there. There were no statues or anything because his grandfather did not like too festive and flashy things. His maternal grandfather's only hobby that he pursued after retiring from his posit
At first glance, he realized that Alfred was struggling to stop himself from laughing when he heard the sarcasm of his daughter's reply, while the old woman suddenly glared sharply at Marie who instead challenged her. "Insolent granddaughter!"This was the first time he had seen a soap opera in front of his eyes, and to be honest, he was not enjoying it at all. He was even amazed by Marie who could casually respond to everyone's insults there. Maybe because for that woman, all the insults he heard earlier were nothing new."Good afternoon," he said, taking the initiative to try to reconcile the chaotic atmosphere that had occurred
Thirty minutes later, they were no longer at Hermann's annoying residence. Now they were in a private room inside the Italian restaurant where Marie made a reservation with a luxurious dinner that he had not enjoyed for a long time, complete with three violinists whom his wife asked to accompany their dinner. The dining table was not big, just enough for two, complete with candles and a vase filled with fresh-looking roses. It did not take long for the two of them to wait for their order, because fifteen minutes later after they were seated in their seats, their orders arrived.“Only this place provides the best Italian food with a delightful view. See?" Marie gestured through the movement of her eyes to see the beautiful view of Rose city from the window of the room they were in. Reflexively, he followed Marie's eyes, who also looked at the view of Rose city while guessing Marie's thoughts. For what reason was that woman asking him to have dinner here?
Today's dinner was a mess.Marie stood in front of Keith Gilbert's bedroom which was half-opened, staring at her husband who was already asleep on his bed without having time to change his clothes. Maybe he was already too tired. Half of his body was on the floor. Trying not to make any sound that would wake him up, she approached her husband. Correcting his sleeping position while taking off the shoes that the man was wearing slowly, then put a blanket on him.Patricia was right. She really was a fool. She should not have filed for that damn contract marriage in the first place. She should have thought of some other way to approach him without stressing him out around her. She was too reckless, and now she regrets her decision. Only then did she see her husband's figure up close. Compared to when she first met him, the current Keith was much thinner. His face was so pale. When he scolded her at a dinner that should have been the perfect time to sta
"Keith! What are you doing here? I told you not to go into the kitchen, right?!"Marie shrieked as soon as she realized he was in the kitchen. Her face blushed violently, pushed him out of the kitchen, made him subconsciously grin at his wife's hard work. Then he paused, froze, and realized what he had just done.Strange. Even though until yesterday, Marie was still cold to him. Never say anything long. Always concise, full of threatening and arrogant tone. But now, in front of him, he instead found a clumsy woman who had just tried so hard to make a breakfast menu that she managed to destroy their kitchen.And to add it worse, he smiled at her for trying her best to make him breakfast.He cleared his throat, trying to cover up the fact that he had just been touched by Marie's effort this morning. "I just wanted to say thanks for the breakfast.""You can say after I finished washing the di
"Keith. I'm not asking for this much cream," said one of her regulars, Olive Hemmington, who pointed to a glass of cold cappuccino filled with cream until it spilt out of the glass. He hurriedly apologized, replacing the woman's order with a new one. While patting his cheeks hard, creating a reddish mark that feels hot on his cheeks, he dictated his mind to stay focused.For the past hour, it had brought him back into focus. Then it fell apart an hour later. Starting from him who put too much sugar in espresso coffee. Giving croissants to customers who ordered macaroni. Almost gave customers change that was more than the total should be. It was difficult to concentrate after what Marie had just done to him this morning.Making him a very delicious breakfast. Forcing him to accept her offer to drive him to work. Then ended with a kiss and said 'have a nice day', and asked him to wait for her after his shift ends.Shit. What was wrong wit
It had been fifteen minutes since his working shift hours ended, but he still had not found Marie's car parked in front of his cafe. Even though he had already told Marie that he would be home at five in the afternoon. Where was that woman?While waiting for the figure of Marie who had not yet appeared, he read the file that his subordinate had just sent via his smartphone. It was just his usual routine. The demand for the additional stock of firearms from various brands in the southern warehouse was starting to run low. He messaged his representatives in the south, giving him permission to do so. He has also grudgingly granted permission for guarding the prostitution business in the north. In fact, at the beginning of his acceptance of his new position as Aldebrando leader, he planned to close the prostitution business.Back when h
Keith looked around in amazement, questioning why she had invited him to this place. He could not guess what the woman was thinking at all, so all he could do now was just hush and just followed Marie's request. The woman herself had not said a word since they got there, only went to the back of her car and took out a large dark blue bag with a large vertical stripe of white that looked heavy. Being raised as a gentleman made him intend to help carry the bag when he saw that Marie seemed difficult while carrying the bag. But instead of letting him carry the bag, the woman glared sharply at him, as if what he was planning to do just now was an unforgivable big sin for her."Do you think I can't carry it by myself?"He gave up, raised his hands, let her carry the bag while asked him to follow her. He complied, following her without saying anything. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his light brown coat, glancing around occasionally at the lake he had never