CHAPTER 2. MEET THE WOMAN

Rose entered his boutique and greeted his employees, who responded with a bow of the head. Rose actually didn't intend to go back to work—she would have gone crazy if it weren't for Dias making her insane. After two years of marriage, she tried to survive, always relenting. After three years, she intended to divorce Dias, but unfortunately the man's mother fell ill, had begun to look striped, and asked Rose not to divorce Dias. In fact, if she intends to pay the slightest attention, she will know what happened to her child's household. The fourth year, everything began to fall apart; his parents questioned their grandchildren, and Dias's parents did too. In fact, sometimes people openly call Rose barren, although not directly and definitively in front of her.

“Morning, Madam, there is a client of Madam who wants to look at the dresses for the party," she said. Rose's trusted employee came to provide information.

“Oh, yes, I said that I have work for a while. "You just tell him to wait in front of Dinar,” he said, telling Dinar, his trusted employee, to tell his client to wait.

Rose likes Dinar, even though he is still in college. He wants to work because it costs him college and also his life. 

Rose didn't have a secretary during this time; she raised Dinar a year ago, when all the craze was going on and she needed Dinar. Originally, she intended not to work anymore, not even open her boutique, but after two years of marriage, Rose can be crazy if she continues to let her, so finally she opened the proof again the third year, and it went smoothly, except for the household. Her love is still unrequited.

“How can I help you, Miss?” asked Rose after she completed her task.

“There's ma'am,” the woman said, turning her body, but how surprised she was when she found out that Rose owned the boutique! Rose was the same, but for a moment, he was immediately able to master himself.

“How can I help you?” She repeated, "Rose smiled a smirk at a glance." Only this time they met in person; all this time they were playing hide and seek, like thieves who were afraid of being discovered.

“Ah, I want expensive clothes." "Give me the boutique's best clothes,” she said, pretended to be arrogant, and flicked her hair slightly. She walked over with a graceful shaking of her hips, as if she were an official's wife. Rose has had enough of seeing her, but she must professionally serve her guests. I don't know whose money she used to buy fancy dresses, and those expensive things, of which Rose was obviously sure, had a part.

“This is how?” she asked as she twisted her body as gently as possible, Rose visibly nodding.

“Good, just try it,” she suggested, and then he chose a few to try.

As the woman changed her clothes, Rose looked weak and escaped a sigh of relief. She finally returned to her room and called Dinar.

“Dinar, come with me for a while,” she pleaded.

“Okay ma'am”

Dinar followed closely behind and wondered what was there.

“Dinar,” Rose muttered again, turning her back to Dinar.

“When the lady is finished, tell her that our boutique is on a discount, and give her the best service. As well as the dress she chooses, give her a bonus." The other is silver. "It's there,” she pointed to a dress that was in the display case, and it was on display gorgeously.

“Okay, ma'am, oh, isn't it out anymore?” asked Dinar 

“I'll be in this room for a while; I'll go home after he gets home; if there are other buyers or clients, you, please serve them later,” he asked the employee for help. After Dinar nodded, Rose also asked him to go out.

After Dinar's departure, Rose sat in his seat and sighed; repeatedly, he took a breath and exhaled slowly. slowly got up and took the drinking water, taking a sip in one breath. Holding his chest firmly, he couldn't believe he was meeting that woman here, his inner self. All the time she managed to dodge; even when in a place, if she saw her husband and the woman together, she managed to snatch her husband and make the woman leave, or vice versa; she was the one who secretly went and let her husband be with her all day. Never before had they met or spoken a single word in these five years, just this time. Yes, and it already made him sick once. But this is a coincidence, and indeed, Rose believes that it is a coincidence.

Rose slowly looked at the CCTV and noticed the woman's interaction with Dinar, her employee.

“Have you finished, Miss?” asked Dinar with a friendly smile, "If only this young woman knew that the woman she was serving was the mistress of her boss's husband, then I don't know what Dinar would do."

Meanwhile, the woman was looking around, perhaps thinking that Rose would serve her.

“Find out who is Miss,” asked Dinar, looking like she had misbehaved.

“Ah, where did you go to meet that woman?” he asked with a made-up smile.

“Oh, Mrs. Rose, she's in her room; she has work to do." Do you know Mrs. Rose? "He owns this boutique; in fact, he is very famous; you know, only he is humble.” Dinar brought up Rose's kindness, which made the woman only reply with a conclusion of disinterest.

“Ah, yes, how many are there?" "I want to pay.” The woman took out her gold card, which means her credit is unlimited. And for a moment, Rose stared at it in surprise, unable to breathe. It was her husband's credit card, although she also got a yes from him. That means, so far, it is not Dias who monthly gives directly, but deliberately let the credit card in the woman's name.  Rose couldn't help thinking about where her husband's brain was for all this.

“Well, Miss's husband must be a rich man,” Dinar said suddenly.

“Why?” the woman asked.

“Oh, nothing, Miss.” Dinar just smiled and then re-opened the conversation, "Miss, if you want to shop again, you can, and today there is a discount; also, if Miss takes a silver dress there, there will be a discount,” she pointed with both hands she raised pointing to a silver dress with beads that also looks luxurious and very elegant.

“Seriously?” he asked spontaneously and enthusiastically. Dinar gave the nod, then the woman chose the dress, paid the rest with the gold card, and left Rose's boutique.

After the woman left, Rose came out of her room; Dinar, who saw it, also approached Rose.

"Does Mrs. want to go?” She asked, with Rose just giving a nod.

“That woman, didn't you ask your anything, Dinar?” asked Rose, and Dinar shook his head. “Oh, she only had time to ask Mrs. at a glance,” she said.

“Oh, well, I'm leaving first." "Take care of the boutique, huh?” Rose gave his advice as a persuasive form of command.

Dinar gave the nod, and Rose passed. It seemed that he had a lot to do and wanted to vent about something valuable.