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. 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

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

Keith took off his anti-radiation goggles, massaged between his eyebrows that were tensed as he kept staring at the computer screen for most of the night to read the report documents of his men. The clock on the screen of his iMac was already three in the morning. That means, he had spent his time in the room for five hours in his room after taking care of the needs Larch needed after returning from the park. The female beagle herself was fast asleep on his bed after he struggled to get the dog to sleep in the room he had prepared (after asking Marie's approval, of course), and ended in failure. Fortunately, Larch was not an active type of dog. His attitude actually reminded him of a cat. So calm and calm. Not the type of dog who was too loud. It suited him. His intuition was never wrong.Leaning his back on the chair, he looked up at the ceiling of his room. Talking about intuition made him remember the strange feeling he had earlier. As if someone was watching them. His

Alan played with his smartphone, could no longer hide his excitement as he read an email from Keith containing two flight tickets from Rose city to Bali and the villa they would stay in when they were in Bali a few minutes ago. He had thought that Keith was just kidding when he said it because it was unusual for Keith to bother himself preparing everything for him. "Really!? Thanks, Alan! I'm really happy!"     His lips formed a smile, before chuckling at the thought of Tatius' reaction as he jumped with joy when he announced Keith had given him a week off. His boyfriend replied it with great enthusiasm. Even immediately asked for leave from his superior who immediately granted without asking further, considering the performance of Tatius at work—an Italian restaurant was known for their authentic c