The Cold Wife
Chapter 9

"Stupid! Taking care of yourself cannot. There's no need to make any way to get my attention. I will not be impressed with your ugly acting," said Alex who had been behind Sweet. The girl didn't touch Alex. He tried to get up, the impact on his head hurt a lot. It looks like his ankle is also sprained.

Sweet walked in with a limp. He ignored Alex's presence there. Alex kept watching Sweet who had trouble walking.

You idiot! Is it like it's still acting? His head is quite big.

"The lady's okay?" An elderly waitress approached Sweet. He took pains to help Sweet walk.

"Thank you, what's your name?" Sweet is now sitting on the couch.

"Everyone calls me chief steward Ge, I'm the butler here. I've been working since the great master was still around. It's been a while here," replied the butler Ge explaining, although Sweet didn't ask that much detail.

"That means you're a senior here?" sweet asked as he touched his slightly bloodied forehead.

"Yes, it can be said that way. Then, how did Madam fall?"

"Head maid, there's no need to call her Madam. Just call her name, her status here is lower than yours. You can hire him, too" Alex cuts. The butler Ge immediately got up from his seat. Then he bowed a little to salute Alex.

"Take the wound, go to the kitchen, help them prepare lunch." Alex orders Sweet and goes straight through. Butler Ge was quite surprised to hear that.

"Don't worry Madam, sir is like that. But actually, sir is very good. Now we cure the wound first, then the lady rest huh?" Butler Ge rushed over to pick up the P3K box. Only a few seconds he was back.

"Thank you," Sweet said withstanding the pain as Ge's butler smeared his wounds with alcohol.

"Mrs, I'll take you to my room?" haggling butler Ge.

"No need, I still want to be here. Thank you," Sweet said. His eyes closed because he felt dizzy.

"Well, if you need anything. Please call us, madam."

"Don't keep calling me madam, just call Sweet."

The butler felt bad. He was silent for a long time.

"Yes, your name is very sweet" said the butler Ge sincerely. "In that case, I retreat first."

Sweet opened his eyes, his gaze blank. Until a hand surprised him. Sweet looked at it immediately. Apparently Mala.

"Sweet, what's going on?" mala asked frantically when she saw the bandage on Sweet's forehead.

"Awh," Sweet grimaced as Mala accidentally nudged her leg.

"Oh my god, your feet are swollen. What the hell's going on? Where's Dad?" Mala is panicking. He got up from his seat and called Alex. Sweet held him off.

"No need, I'm fine." Sweet changed his position to sit down.

"What's the matter, baby?" a middle-aged woman approached them. Milan, Mala's birth mother. Sweet looked at the woman's goal.

Is he his wife? Mala's biological mother? The one that reminds me of Mom.

"Ma, her legs are sprained. I don't think you know" Mala complained to her mother. Milan approached Sweet and sat next to him. He took a deep breath, watching Sweet's feet begin to swell.

"Good, Ma." Mala ran straight to Milan's room.

"Thank you" said Sweet. Milan smiled, grasping Sweet's hand gently.

"You are the girl God chose to accompany her, be patient. I'm sure you can make it back to how it used to be" said Milan, who managed to make Sweet confused.

"The past he experienced made him as hard as a rock" he continued.

Not long after, Mala returned with a bottle in her hand. Mala gave it to Milan. Slowly Milan thawed Sweet's oil.

"Awh, sick." Sweet gripped his shirt tightly to endure the pain.

"Hold a little, this will hurt more if not treated," said Milan while continuing to massage Sweet's legs. The girl continued to groan in pain. Mala felt sorry. He gave his hand to Sweet.

"Hand my hand, this will help reduce the pain" Mala told Sweet. Without a second thought, Sweet clasped Mala's hand.

In the room, Alex kept watching his little wife's motion on the monitor. He monitored the three women from afar.

"Don't ever think I'd be sympathetic, a cunning woman like you doesn't deserve a position here. I'm gonna get rid of you sooner and later with that shameless family. You wait and enjoy this game." Alex smiled triumphantly.

Alex took his cell phone to call his accomplice.

"Josh, set up a meeting tomorrow with the Jerome Group company. I want to know where they're progressing, do it well." Alex hung up the phone one-sidedly. His face was full of grin. The one who sees it will surely be horrified .

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Sweet has just finished Zuhur's prayer. With great difficulty he walked to the bed. Sweet is currently in the guest room. The room is quite large and dominated by silver color. Also, he asked Mala to prepare the completion of the prayer.

Sweet leaned against the head of the bed. The vibration of the phone made him flinch. Sweet picks up his phone on the nightstand and receives a call from Jeremy.

"Yes, Dad?"

"Sweety, don't forget tomorrow there's a meeting with your husband's company. You must be present, because all the revisions will participate. Preparation of the report as best as possible."

Sweet was silent for a moment.

"Sweet, are you listening to me?"

Sweet nodded, "yes, Dad. I-i heard. I'll be there tomorrow, don't worry."

"Good, I know you're the best. Daddy shut it down."

"Yes, Dad." The call was cut off.

Sweet stared at the screen of his phone. Maybe he won destined to continue dealing with big problems. Not to mention he had to face Alex who was always cold to him.

Sweet took a deep breath. Choose to lie down. His body needs rest now. Gathering energy as a force to face a long day.