The Cold Wife
Chapter 13

Men are more than 180 centimeters tall and have an impressive posture, look so charming in black clothes. He walked arrogantly entering a cafe located on the edge of the road. Until his gaze fell on the figure who was sitting alone on a round table made of sturdy wood near the window. It seemed that the girl was completely unaware of Alex's presence. I don't know how many hours he's been sitting there. The cute girl was seen several times taking a deep breath. Like thinking of something.

"You're so happy to stay here?" alex's question managed to surprise the sweet girl. His brown eyes moved lazily, staring at the tall man standing in front of him.

"Yes, it's quieter here" Sweet said, staring out the window. Alex pulled up a chair and sat there. Staring at that sweet face with an indecipherable look.

"Waiting for a new victim?" alex's question caught Sweet's attention again.

"Yes, but nothing is right in my heart yet" Sweet replied casually. Alex, who heard that, was suddenly upset.

"As far as you're concerned, in two minutes you're not coming to my car. Accept your punishment," hardik Alex immediately left. Sweet looked at that burly back with a sad look.

"The old man is selfless, annoying, always at will command others. It feels like I'm killing you" Sweet said after Alex's departure.

Sweet got up from his seat and walked towards the cashier feeling annoyed. He took out his credit card and gave it to the cashier.

Sweet searches for Alex's car, but the man doesn't see it. Not a single car was parked there.

"Damn! He pranked me," he said. Then his feet moved to leave the place he didn't really want to leave.

Fifteen minutes passed, and now Sweet had entered the mansion grounds. Some servants were seen tidying up the garden and some were cleaning the courtyard so wide. There were probably about twenty servants there. The girl shook her head. He is not out of thought with the wealth Alex has.

"No need to bend down, I'm younger than you. Please don't do that" Sweet asked some of the waiters guarding the door.

"Sorry, Madam. This is our job" said one of them.

"I know, but that doesn't apply to me." He immediately rushed in. It is unexpected that his return was immediately warmly welcomed by the owner of the house.

"Shut up at your place!"

The girl's footsteps were restrained. Sweet pulled her hair back. As usual, his body was so calm.

"Head maid Ge, read what mistakes did the big madam make?" alex's orders. The butler Ge swiftly stepped forward.

"The lady was late to go home twenty minutes and five seconds, ignoring the orders of the Master, not using a dime of the facilities that gave the master. The madam was given the punishment to take care of the mansion without anyone's help within two days," said butler Ge slightly quivering as he read the law that Sweet obtained.

My God, is it true that the Madam has to take care of the mansion alone? Even the servants here were over fifty just to clean up the entire mansion. Inner butler Ge.

"Bring her clothes, increase her punishment if she makes a mistake." Alex gave the order again.

"Mrs, come with me." Bring the head of the manger Ge.

"I can walk on my own" said Sweet walking towards the servants' changing room.

Mala who saw the incident from the beginning immediately approached Alex.

"Dad," call Mala and touch Alex's arm. The blue guy looked over.

"Never help him, or you will also receive punishment with him" Alex threatened to leave.

"Dad," Mala said as she stared at Alex's back. There was no change in that man. Mala thought, after leaving her past life. Alex will change a little, but his heart is already hard.

"Mrs, forgive me." Butler Ge looked at Sweet guiltily.

"No need to apologize, I'm fine. This punishment won't make me die, I'm used to living hard" Sweet said, staring at him in the mirror. He was now wearing a servant's outfit. Her petite body looked so cute while wearing that uniform. Because the uniform was a little small, revealing her waist and slender legs were so beautiful.

"I see fit, don't I?" chirps Sweet. The butler was quite surprised to hear that.

"No, Mistress. You are better suited to wear clothes as usual. This is very far from a suitable word," replied the butler slightly lowered his head.

"Well, I have to work, right? You can tell me where to start." Sweet walked out. The servants who saw him whispered to each other.

"It's very sad, hoping to be Madam. Uh, even a lowly waitress like us" whispered one of the waiters who was almost the same age as Sweet. Sweet who could still hear the slur chose to pretend not to hear. Maybe from now on he'll close his ears tight.

"Mrs, there's no need to listen to their words. They were like that, that girl named Gilly. The best graduate of the university, it's just that he chose to be a servant. He's been after you for a long time." Obviously the butler.

"Wow, it turns out that old man is so famous among young girls. I was surprised" Sweet said lightly.

"Mrs have to prepare lunch, can Madam cook?" ask the butler.

"No," Sweet replied casually. His eyes continued to move through every corner of the kitchen.

Hmmm, it's a good thing I understand cooking techniques a little. Although I have never been to the kitchen directly, I will try the knowledge that I have obtained.

The butler was a little confused by listening to Sweet's reply.

"Head maid, you can go. I can do it myself" Sweet told the butler.

"Mrs sure?" The butler hesitated a little.

"Just relax, I'm not going to burn down the kitchen."

"Alright, Mistress. I'll pull myself out first." The butler walked back and left Sweet alone.

The girl started to wander around to adjust. He began to learn where to position the items he needed. Sweet took the apron hanging on the shelf and put it on. His long hair he bun so as not to disturb when he works.

Sweet prepares some ingredients such as meat, eggs, flour, onions and other ingredients. Sweet starts by washing the ingredients, chopping the meat and peeling the onions. Sweet intends to make falscher hase as the main food and apfelstrudel as a nachtisch or dessert.

An hour passed, Sweet looked tired. It was clearly visible from the arch of his shoulder and his black hair was only half as dark. A few patches of flour adorned her beautiful face. His last job at the dinner table was to serve tea and arrange dishes.

After he finished, he sat down limp in the chair. It was his first experience in the kitchen.

"Geez, it was exhausting." He complained, then the girl went to wash her sticky face. The sound of worms in his stomach began to sound. He rubbed his flat stomach.

"Patience a little" he murmured and immediately turned around. Sweet was stunned when he saw Alex standing just a few centimeters away from him.

"Yo ..you what are you doing here?" sweet asked nervously as he was still shocked. Her tongue gently rubbed her chest.

"This is my house, should I ask your permission?" Alex walks towards the fridge and picks up the mineral water. Sweet picked up the fruit basket he had filled a few minutes ago.

Sweet walked quickly to the dining table. He put a fruit basket there. His face that exuded a sense of annoyance that looked so obvious. He pulled out a chair and dropped his back there, taking a deep breath several times.

Alex leaned against the door, his eyes starting to steal a glance at Sweet who was sitting pensively. The girl looked so cute in the maid's clothes and her hair was a little messy, inner Alex.

The aroma of cooking gushed into Alex's nose. The hormone ghrelin in his body began to work. Alex walked slowly to the dining table. Sweet who realized it immediately woke up and was about to leave from there.

"Where are you going? Serve me," Alex orders that successfully hold Sweet's step.

"Okay, dear young master." Sweet back to the dining table. He started pouring the tea in a glass and took a few pieces of falscher hase in Alex's plate. Her unraveling hair occasionally hit Alex's face, as their distance was quite close. Alex did not protest. The sweet scent of the girl's body made Alex feel a little different. More calm and rilex feeling.

"I want you to do this every day" Alex said.

"Sorry, Sir. I work, so it's impossible to serve you at all times" Sweet protested calmly.

"Stop working, I can pay you five times your current salary." Alex sipped the tea elegantly.

"Thank you, but ...."

"You're a Muslim, you should know how the law denies a husband's wishes, right?" Cut Alex so casually.

"I know," this time Sweet can't protest anymore when it comes to religion.

"Good, you understand and do as your husband commands. I don't like you wearing those clothes, replace them with more covered ones."

Hey, didn't you ask me to wear this? This old man is really a bitch!

"Sit down and eat" Alex told Sweet.

Hah, did his head hit? Why is he a little different? Bizarrely.

Sweet did not speak or protest. She obeyed her husband's orders, because she was very hungry and wanted to satisfy the worms in her stomach. The dining table was large enough to only be filled by the two of them who were accompanied by a quiet and awkward atmosphere.