Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 59

Gibran is married to Jasmine past the deadline that Ranti has set that is, one month. However, Ranti did not mind that because she was already happy enough when Jasmine was the one who became her daughter-in-law.

Inside the bridal room with a very romantic decoration with a clean white bed coupled with a sprinkling of fragrant red roses throughout the room made Jasmine feel very uncomfortable.

If the newlyweds in general would love this kind of atmosphere and decor, not with Jasmine who even hates everything she sees and feels. According to Jasmine, this kind of thing was too much and would be more suitable for a funeral.

Jasmine waited for Gibran who was taking a bath by choosing to sit on the edge of a very luxurious bedroom bed for her. If you say Jasmine suffers, the answer is absolutely no. Jasmine did not suffer with this marriage because it benefited her a lot. There was no need to explain until the details you guys would have been able to guess Jasmine's life ahead.

"Aren't you in the shower?" gibran asked after coming out of the bathroom wearing a white towel around his waist.

"I want to take a shower, but I'll wait until I finish taking a shower first." Jasmine did not dare to look at Gibran as she was extremely embarrassed at this moment. Although, this was not the first time Jasmine had seen Gibran like this, but the shame was still there.

"You don't have to be ashamed, Jasmine. We're halal, even if I force you." Gibran smiled, rubbing Jasmine's head gently and lovingly.

"Yes I know. Mommy, can I ask you a favor?" Jasmine was still talking with her head lowered.

"What do you want to ask for help?" Gibran sat down next to Jasmine and his right hand grabbed Jasmine's shoulder, making the distance between them even narrower.

"Let's tell your waiter to clean this room, Mas. I don't like the smell of it, we're newlyweds, not new grave dwellers hehe." Jasmine smiled, Gibran shook his head hearing Jasmine's far-fetched reasoning.

"Do you want to replace the smell of jasmine?" gibran asked in a seductive tone to his wife.

"Why not frankincense." Jasmine pinched Gibran's thigh in great annoyance.

"So, I married a ghost?" Gibran shuffled Jasmine's hair and then turned to kneel in front of Jasmine who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Gibran looked at the beautiful face of Jasmine who had lowered her head since earlier, Jasmine smiled shyly as their eyes met. "You, if you talk carelessly, ugly like this, I am still human, Mas," said Jasmine, pinching Gibran's cheek boldly.

"Who says you're ugly, in my eyes, you're beautiful." Praising your own wife doesn't hurt, does it?

"No need to be in mode, Mom. There you wear clothes first. I'm gonna take a shower, and then we'll have dinner together, yeah, Mas!" Jasmine stood up when Gibran was no longer on his knees.

"Yes, take a clean shower!" Gibran shoved Jasmine's back until the wife went into the bathroom. After his wife entered the bathroom, Gibran headed to his wardrobe and picked up the t-shirts and boxer pants he used to wear while at home.

After putting on his clothes, Gibran crawled up to the bed, he forgot to tell the waiter to clean his room. Gibran grabbed the novel that was on the nightstand and started reading it, the Harry Potter novel is the novel he is currently reading.

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"I still can't believe that I'm married, especially the one I married was my own boss, the CEO of the company where I've been accepted to work." Jasmine indulges herself by soaking in warm water with aromatherapy which makes her more relaxed.

From now on, Jasmine already knew that she should not act as a person and behave like a single person. Fifteen minutes passed, Jasmine was about to come out of the bathroom, but she forgot if she had not brought a towel in there earlier.

Jasmine opened the bathroom door to peek whether her husband was there or not. Jasmine smiled as she saw her husband sitting leaning against the bed rest while reading a book.

"Mas," called Jasmine in a slightly loud voice.

"Why?" Gibran turned his head to look at Jasmine who called out his name.

"I forgot not to bring a towel, can you please get one?" Jasmine looked as adorable as she spoke softly and politely as she did now.

"Just stay here, don't wear a towel." Gibran pretends to be unwilling and deliberately seduces his new wife.

"Later the floor of your room is all wet if I don't use a towel." Jasmine did not seem to have realized that her husband was intending to tease her.

"Later to be dried using a dry mop." Gibran replied casually.

"Are you seriously okay if the floor gets wet?" Jasmine still hesitates to obey Gibran's orders.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if the floor is wet. But, if you make me wet, that's a problem." Jasmine opened the bathroom door wide and quickly climbed onto the bed and covered Gibran's mouth with her hands.

You're a trap now, hehe. It's not me who will be embarrassed by you Jasmine but you will definitely be the one who will be embarrassed if you realize you are still completely naked in front of me.

Gibran was already hot cold looking at his wife's innocent body. However, grateful that he could still control himself not to pounce on his extremely seductive wife.

"You if you talk about not filtered first anyway, Mas." Jasmine looked into Gibran's eyes with an indecipherable look.

"You wanna play under the sheath?" Gibran kept Jasmine's hand away from his mouth as he spoke.

"You keep thinking birds, don't pervert you, Mas!" Jasmine nudged Gibran's forehead in annoyance because her husband really could not be spoken to seriously.

"The same wife herself is not wrong, Jasmine." Gibran rubbed Jasmine's wet face because of her hair that was still dripping water.

"Mas, don't have a marital relationship with me because I'm not ready yet." Jasmine looked at Gibran while pleading with him.

"Seriously you're not ready?" Gibran smiled as he touched Jasmine's chest that was not wrapped in anything. The touch made Jasmine aware that she was not wearing any clothes at all.

"Mas Gibran why didn't you tell me I was naked?" Jasmine screamed in embarrassment with a reddened face and directly entered into the blanket, Jasmine covered her body up to the head and did not care about the fragrance of the flowers that plagued her at this moment.