DEBT ON TOP OF MARRIAGE
Chapter 29. MARITAL CATAPULT
Seeing Milley's closeness to the new lecturer makes Dylan really fire a beard. He didn't expect that Milley would be that close to another man. With her, she rarely behaves sweetly.
Without him realizing Dylan missed Milley's considerate attitude. Milley's attitude is always diligent if at home. Create a new menu for himself. Anyway all the things related to Milley without him knowing made him dependent.
Dave patted Dylan on the shoulder to make it go up.
"Ash, just ngagetin, Lu!"
"Wkwkwk, people in love do like bucin huh?"
"Who's the bucin?" push Dylan raw.
"Patience, I know how you feel, Bro. Cuzz, get her married in order, right?"
Dylan's brain was connected to good.
"Didn't Grandpa want this too? Why don't I ever think that way?"
"Eh, given solutions instead diem, confused or really my solution?"
Dylan developed his smile towards Dave.
"Thanks, Bro. I like advice, Lu!"
"That's dong! Spirit yes, may Milley be ready to accept depravity, Lu!" dave said, patting Dylan on the shoulder.
While the beautiful shadow could have Milley completely already dancing beautifully on her head.
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"Okay, since we're friends, how about we exchange phone numbers?" haggard Michael.
"May, if you don't mind."
Then Milley began to record Michael's number and vice versa. After feeling quite improved, Milley excused to go home.
🍂After college.
Dylan did not head home, but instead went to his grandfather's company. Not to forget he was polite to every employee he met.
"Young Master Tumben wants to come to the office?"
"I don't know, maybe start to realize his position times."
"Maybe it is."
Whispers from the employees were heard all along Dylan's journey to his grandfather's room. Fortunately, not long after, he arrived at the room in question. Dylan slowly opened the door of the room, then said hello to his grandfather.
"Put, Cake."
"Siang, your tumben came to the office."
"Yes, there's something I want to ask grandfather."
Mr. Chryst closed the documents before him.
"Sit down!"
Dylan sat down right in front of his grandfather.
"Look, Cake. Earlier I apologized, if my request was a little sudden."
"Yes, just tell me, who knows Grandpa can help."
"I'm getting married to Milley tomorrow!"
Mr. Chryst who had just sipped his warm tea became choked on Dylan's words just now. Meanwhile, Jo prepares to help his Great Lord. However, Grandpa's right hand hinted for Jo not to help him.
"You mean?" asked Grandfather to confirm his grandson's words just now.
He had even forgotten this important point for several weeks, but Dylan's remarks just made him aware to stay focused on the main plan.
Dylan nodded slowly. The serious look on his face made Mr. Chryst's forehead wrinkle. Then, he began to resuscitate his back on his great chair.
"Marriage is not a Dylan game. In the past, I proposed to Milley that she obey, the rest I still tolerate the two of you."
"That means, the condition that grandfather proposed some time ago is a lie?"
"Am I the one who's too hopeful for the lies Grandpa's invented?"
Silence still happens there. Grandfather was still immersed in his thoughts as well as Dylan. Meanwhile, Milley was still curled up inside her room. He deliberately moved his belongings to the next room. Milley doesn't want things like last night to happen again.
Michael's shadow was dancing there. Making Milley occasionally smile and laugh amused by his own actions.
"Jir, I why yes, but long before this, I have never experienced anything like this, you know!"
Milley spoke to himself on the bolster that he had been hugging. Suddenly the door of his room was knocked from outside.
"Who?"
"I'm Nanni, Non. Can I come in?"
"Oh Nanni, just come in."
A moment later, the maid entered Milley's room with a tray of warm chicken soup and a glass of warm ginger.
"Eat and drink, Non. Let her stomach be a little good."
Milley fixed his sleeping position. And then, he turned around.
"Thank you Nanni" he said with a smile.
Not forgetting Milley asked not to tell Dylan his whereabouts because he did not want to be disturbed at this time. Usually when the moon comes again, Milley prefers to lock himself in the room and no one can disturb him.
"Oh, yes Nanni. Don't let Dylan know I'm here, yeah."
"Good, Non. If there's anything, please just call the kitchen."
"Ready. Thanks, yeah."
"Together, Non. Excuse me."
After making sure Milley finished all his food, Nanni immediately left Milley's room to return to work.
After that, Milley fell asleep again.
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🍂Apartment Michael.
Michael took off the sunglasses he was wearing and put them on the table. A moment later, he threw his tired body onto the bed. His eyes closed for a moment.
A glimpse of Milley's face flashed there. He just opened both of his eyes.
"Can't Milley think?" muttered.
Michael giggled as he recalled the incident at noon on campus. He could pay attention to the woman he just met three times.
"Why do you feel different, anyway? Is it because her smile is similar to yours, Cecil?"
Michael looked at the bedside. On top of the nightstand was a small frame containing a photo of her memories with her younger sister. Her name is Cecilia Anderson. However, an accident a few years ago left him dead.
"If you were alive, you'd probably be the same age as him."
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Will there be a love triangle? the quadrilateral? What about Evan?
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