บททั้งหมดของ Addicted to The Treacherous: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

"Do you really live here alone?" asked Maureen to Angga after going through the sliding door typical of shophouses opened to their full width. The parking area in front was spacious, about five meters uphill from the main road. Meanwhile, the first floor showed an empty room like a former clothing store, leaving headless statues and iron rails on the walls. "Yes, my sister sometimes drops by when she's not on regional assignment." Angga pushed the sliding door again in the opposite direction until it closed after making sure that two people with him had entered. "Where did the stuff go here first?" It was Ben's turn to ask. As Ben recalled, the room used to be full of all kinds of clothes and tended to be piled up like a warehouse because the owner was no longer trading. "Selling at a loss. It was enough to pay for medical school admission." Angga didn't sugarcoat his family's economic situation, of course education came first when he and his sister couldn't continue the family bu

"Are you sure want to work here again?" Angga repeated his question again as he escorted Maureen to the entrance of her office. The glass walls were dazzling, reflecting the morning light from where they had parted."I can't keep depending on you." Maureen got off the back seat of Angga's motorcycle and handed him the helmet that had been removed from her head. "I'm not a girl who can accept being given things by a guy who has nothing to do with me."Being under Angga's care, it seemed like Maureen felt like gaining weight especially with the man's attention. Even without being asked, Angga is willing to hug her every time she feels scared of facing the dreams that come.It was nothing more than a hug, even though Maureen knew Angga was struggling to restrain himself.Maureen tied up her long hair that had not received any care in the past few days other than the usual shampooing every time she took a shower. Some of the strands were probably broken because she was not used to wearing

"Are you satisfied with the acting?" asked Angga after he and Maureen arrived in front of Angga's shophouse. "Sorry, Ngga." Maureen wanted to take her bags from the front stand, but Angga brought them first without removing his helmet. Angga was able to unlock the sliding door even though his hands were full of stuff. "Next time I won't be able to tolerate a kiss like that," Angga complained without giving Maureen a chance to take the man's luggage. "It was just a kiss." So Maureen thought, but not Angga. It felt like a touch could awaken all the receptors in his body to respond further. Every part of Maureen became an automatic switch of his-self-control. Maureen managed to catch up with Angga's long strides who was clearly much taller than her. Even standing face to face, Maureen was only able to reach the top of the woman's head with the corner of Angga's lower lip. "Oh, yeah?" Angga placed all of Maureen's bags on the bedroom table. He turned around, collided head-on with Ma

"Too late, Rin?" The man standing by the glass wall turned around to see the presence of Maureen who had just closed the door to the room. His face looked tired. His jaw was covered with faint sideburns that seemed to have not been shaved. The dark bags under his eyes were thickened. "Sorry, Mr. Darren." Awkward with the atmosphere that had developed between them after days of no direct interaction, Maureen emphasized, "Isn't the late business the responsibility of HRD? You can check through our supervisor." Actually, from the beginning, there was no interest in connecting Maureen's work with Darren directly. There was a layered hierarchy between their positions. Besides, Maureen was more inclined to curse herself because she'd also gotten Ben into hot water with the HRD for last night. The young man's explanation of a possible post-traumatic sexual disorder was met by Maureen's laughter and challenge. Yes, Maureen laughed at the var

"What's so hard about your mouth apologizing, Ren?" Ben was still demanding an apology from me. But apologizing isn't about getting everything over with, then insisting I'm the guilty one. That's not it."After apologizing, what after? Are you going to repeat this rudeness again?" I didn't want to endure being humiliated. I also had the right to speak up, especially seeing Ben in such a weakened state. "I told you many times .... I'm tired of explaining myself to you again. This is me. I am what I am."Previously, Ben had asked me for help, from screaming to faint mumbled sentences. Unusual thing. When I opened the bedroom door, Ben was having a seizure, like a stroke.Fortunately, medical treatment he's got was quick when we arrived at the emergency room. What did the doctor say? I don't know, I don't understand neurological medical terms, but it was all temporary.After he admitted that he almost died from suffocation, now he still wants to act selfish?"I love you, Rena ...." He ad