ASI For Baby Mafia
The Part 35
Sarvel Mansion
Sarvel piqued her sleep as her alarm kept sounding.
With annoyance and emotion, Sarvel threw her alarm in any direction.
Prak
Until that voice awakened Sarvel's mind.
With sticky eyes and a heavy head, Sarvel lifted her head while looking around her.
In room?
Who brought him here?
Sarvel immediately rose from her bed holding her throbbing and heavy head.
"Who brought me here?" he muttered trying to remember last night.
Unfortunately even the moment Berlyn picked up her husband who crossed Sarvel's brain.
Chequelek
"Did something happen? Is mister okay?" berlyn asked frantically as she carried a tray filled with fluffy soup and honey water.
Sarvel looked at Berlyn who was standing beside her bed with a cynical look.
"Did you take me home?" Berlyn nodded.
"Because I heard a broken voice from the master's room, I returned to the office to check it out. And it turned out that master fainted," he answered honestly.
Yes Sarvel remembered before her consciousness was lost.
Someone opened the door.
So, that guy is Berlyn?
Sarvel clucked in her heart.
"Here you are, eat" he commanded Sarvel.
Sarvel simply glanced at the money soup without intending to touch it.
"Fuck it, I don't like fluffy soup" he sarcastically made Berlyn try to be patient.
Berlyn sighed softly and tried to persuade Sarvel.
"You can ask me one thing if you want to eat this soup, how?" Sarvel stared at Berlyn flatly until the brilliant idea flashed through Sarvel's brain.
"Tell my papa if you quit this job, how can you do it?" ask back to Berlyn.
Berlyn stared cynically at Sarvel where her patience was running out by now.
"good. If you don't want to be okay. I'll clear your schedule in the morning and you can go to the office later in the afternoon," he casually put his bowl back on the tray and reached into his phone to cancel some meetings this morning.
Sarvel clucked when Berlyn was so chuckley and undaunted by her threat.
"If you need money, I can give you. Don't force yourself to work with someone you hate just to get a dime" he said quietly but was able to make Berlyn's heart feel tight so he couldn't open his mouth to say something.
"Is your husband not working? Tell him who works, don't torture yourself to work day and night for them, isn't a housewife her job at home to take care of children?" he said in a tone that sounded dislikeful and cynical.
Berlyn looked away and saved his phone again.
"I hope you understand what I mean. Please tell my papa if you want to quit this job. I'll pay whatever you ask, just like," Sarvel paused where she hadn't dared to look at Berlyn.
"Go away from my life. I want to live a quiet life without your presence" he continued briefly but was able to make the wound in Berlyn's heart so sticky.
Berlyn who was about to cry at this moment, could only clench her hands and tightly close her lips to not say a word.
Berlyn tried to open his mouth with a heavy heart.
"I'm going to the office to replace the meeting" he said, then waltzed out of the room.
Sarvel who heard that felt so desperate and could do anything else but hold back.