บททั้งหมดของ Forced Marriage of An Arrogant Heir: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"Melinda?" Adelia rounded her eyes and looked at Melinda who insisted on entering with an arrogant face.Melinda was still outside the iron gate. The security did not dare to give permission to enter if her employer had not given the code.Hearing the noise Achmed and Kanya also walked over to the gate to check the situation.Melinda glanced at Adelia and then glanced at Achmed and Kanya with condescending eyes. "Get lost! Call Afgan right now!" she ordered the two parents.Achmed and Kanya were cleaning the garden at the time so their faces were dirty and their clothes were not very supportive of their status. No one would have believed that they were Afgan's parents. Not even Melinda who had never seen them before."Excuse me, who are you?" asked Kanya curiously, as did Achmed who was still holding the cement spoon in his hand. Kanya looked at Melinda with a displeased face."I'm the young mistress you will be, where's Afgan? Ahh, too lazy

Melinda looked at Kanya sincerely, “Madam Besar, don't let Adelia's past stop Afgan's future happiness. We can help him find his happiness elsewhere. Afgan needs a full and happy family.”Kanya took a deep breath, hearing Melinda call her Mrs. Besar, flattered her a little. “Hmm, I'll talk to Afgan, but I can't guarantee what will happen. Adelia is part of our family too.”Melinda smiled with satisfaction, “Thank you, dear. I'm sure we can all achieve happiness together.”Kanya pulled Achmed out of the room, leaving Melinda with her winning smile. She knew she had succeeded in convincing Kanya, and now it was time to direct Afgan's feelings.Night fell and the atmosphere in the house grew tense. Afgan decided to sleep in another room with Melinda.Hearing this, Adelia tries to hide her feelings behind a fake smile. Afgan seemed to be getting more involved with Melinda, unintentionally ignoring Adelia's presence.

Afgan worked late into the night and decided to sleep in the room Adelia had previously occupied.He lay on Adelia's bed with his eyes staring at the ceiling. His gaze was blank.Occasionally he hugged the pillow and clutched Adelia's blanket and breathed deeply, trying to smell his slutty wife's scent.Afgan felt a strange tingle because he couldn't deny that he missed her terribly.Elsewhere, Adelia was also unable to give her eyes a good rest. Her mind felt dull and scattered.Adelia lamented her destiny that had changed so quickly. She wavered between hope for future happiness and the harsh reality that Afgan had already found his.Occasionally, Adelia would come out of her room to get some fresh air, sitting alone on the sofa, looking at her photo with Afgan on the wall. It was the only photo she had because her father had insisted on taking it and displaying it proudly in the house.Adelia looked at the photo with a sad face and

Adelia did not answer and remained sobbing on Edward's lap who held her tightly. Edward kissed Adelia's hair from behind and had no intention of letting go of the woman he loved. He himself was also very confused in the face of a marriage that would take place soon. A marriage that he did not want for the soul mate chosen by his mother. Edward's heart was fighting against the love that he could not give totally to the woman he was holding in his arms.Likewise with Adelia. Although Adelia found it difficult to accept Edward's love, the man's existence provided a small hope in the midst of the darkness.She knew that the healing process took time, and Edward was willing to be with her every step of the way. However, things were not as easy as she thought.Time went on, each day Adelia worked as usual and Edward remained by her side, faithfully supporting her through each of her emotional journeys. Although Adelia still had reservations about opening her heart com

Afgan began to realize that he loved Adelia, rather than waiting for the girl in the photo that he couldn't even find.“You know what? You're right. Give me one more shot, then I'll be on my way home to get my wife!”The bartender nodded then chuckled, “It turns out she's your wife, why are you fussing over a blurry past photo.”The bartender spoke as he mixed his drink and then offered it to Afgan.“The photo needs to be fixed, so it can be seen clearly, isn't there a photo editor who can show a good photo even though it's old?”Afgan was again surprised because all this time, he had never thought about it.“Alright, I'll go to a photo editor tomorrow,” he replied and gulped down the proffered shot.Unexpectedly, the bartender laughed out loud, “I can edit photos. Being a bartender is just an extra job to pay for college.”Afgan hesitantly handed the photo into the ha