My Supermodel Wife

Lilia smiled at Jean's reaction, "Shocking, huh? I also asked if she was from the Irwan Family. But you know what she said to me?"

The woman took Jean's hand and pressed it against her cheek. For a moment, Lilia's expression was very sad.

"Mellie said she wasn't that lucky. But when I heard her words, I had a hunch that she had something to do with the Irwan Family. Because her expression at that time… looked bitter… and hurt." Lilia's voice shrank to a whisper.

She didn't know what happened between Mellie and the Irwan Family in the past. But she could feel that the woman had mixed feelings for the Irwan Family. Mellie had a deep hatred and also feelings of affection that she tried to hide at the same time.

Jean rubbed Lilia's cheek while smiling softly, "If you want to know who she really is, I can order an investigation into it." He said. That man was willing to do anything to return Lilia's smile that was as bright as the sun.

The woman considered Jean's offer for a moment. Jean didn't press her and just waited patiently.

Other than the information about Leila, Lilia didn't know anything about the Irwan Family. If she was going to investigate this matter herself, she couldn't solve it somehow. But Lilia was also reluctant to depend on Jean continuously. If she let that man spoil her too much, she wouldn't be able to do anything without Jean.

"Hmm ... I don't think it's good if I keep asking for your help." Lilia took Jean's hand away while smiling mischievously, "I don't want to keep bothering you!"

Even though she said that, Lilia felt that she couldn't entrust this investigation to someone else. Even if she relied on others to investigate the matters, the costs would be large and the accuracy of the results could not be guaranteed.

Hearing Lilia's joke, Jean raised an eyebrow. He tapped his wife's forehead softly, "So you've learned to depend on other people?" He replied with a smile, but there was a hidden threat in his voice.

Lilia laughed and hugged the man's neck, "Of course not. There's no one else I can count on like you, Jean." She said, "So you don't mind if I bother you to investigate this, right?"

Jean sighed, "Okay."

But in the next second, Lilia found herself lying on the sofa. Jean looked at her hungry, as if he wanted to swallow Lilia as a whole.

"But the price for my help is very high." Jean teased before crushing Lilia's lips.

The man kissed Lilia passionately without holding back. For a long time, only the sound of kissing and sighing was heard in the hotel room. When the long kiss ended, Lilia was gasping out of breath. Her long hair spread out over the sofa like the night sky. Jean took a strand of Lilia's hair and kissed her gently, as if the kiss wasn't enough to satisfy him.

Lilia's cheeks felt hot when she saw the gentle expression on the man's face. She hurriedly looked away and tried to calm her racing heart.

"When will your vacation end?" Jean asked hoarsely.

It took Lilia a while to answer. Her brain seemed to melt after that intense kiss, "... I only have a day off tomorrow." She answered.

Hearing that, Jean was silent for a long time. A faint irritation colored his expression.

Lilia sat up and looked at her husband. Her eyes flickered in confusion, "What is going on?" She asked anxiously.

Jean's gaze was fixed on Lilia's cherry red lips. He again felt the strong urge to taste the woman, but he desperately held back. Jean had promised himself that he wouldn't touch Lilia until she remembered who she was.

Finally, Jean made a compromise by rubbing her soft lips, "It's nothing. I just wanted to invite you to go to Sarangan." His answer was short.

Lilia nodded. She remembered that Jean had said that he wanted to take Lilia to meet an old friend in Sarangan.

"It's a coincidence that my next filming location is in Magetan. How about we stop by Sarangan if I get some free time?" Lilia offered.

Jean thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Okay."

The man didn't mean to rush Lilia to go there. However, his patience was running low. He wanted Lilia to remember what happened between them, because that woman had the right to accept or reject their past.

*****

Meanwhile, after Rachel separated from Lilia, the woman stood transfixed in front of the hotel lobby door. She stared at the speeding car until it was out of sight. Rachel frowned as she thought back to her best friend's face.

After meeting Mellie, Rachel could see that Lilia's face was filled with worry. She wanted to help ease her friend's burden, but she didn't know what she could do for Lilia.

Rachel hated the feeling of helplessness that was creeping up her heart. She hated feeling that she couldn't do what she wanted. It felt as if she could only stand there and watch the people she cared about sink into the mud. Rachel wanted to run and help them, but invisible chains held her in place.

"I'm really useless ..." Rachel muttered as she turned around.

She dragged her steps into the hotel lobby. Rachel was so lost in thoughts of her own that she paid no attention to her surroundings.

"Ouch!" Rachel was shocked when she collided with someone.

She held the tip of her sore nose and stared at the person's face. Her gaze met a pair of cold, irritated eyes. Rachel's face suddenly turned white.

"M-Mr Alan..." Rachel muttered frantically.

Of all the people she could hit, why would she run into her own boss, Alan Hartanto?!

"I-I'm sorry!" Rachel quickly stepped aside and bowed to Alan. Then she turned to leave, but the man's flat voice stopped her.

"Wait a minute."

Rachel's heart stopped when she heard the call. She slowly turned around and put on an innocent smile, "Can I help you, Mr. Alan?" She asked politely.

Even though Rachel just wanted to run away from there, she didn't dare to oppose Alan. The man was the largest shareholder of the AL-Ide Company. If he wanted, he could fire Rachel with the flick of a finger.

"Print out this report for me and make it triple. Make sure you don't leave traces when printing. Then buy me a box of colic pills." Alan ordered while handing her a flash disc.

Rachel accepted him blankly. She took turns staring at the flash disc in her hand and the man who had walked away. Did Alan really just give her an assignment?

"Ah, I almost forgot." Alan suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at Rachel, "I need all of that as soon as possible. Deliver the items I asked for to room 2089. Got it?"

Rachel straightened up, "Ready! I will be back soon!"

When Alan's figure disappeared into the elevator, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at her watch, which read nine in the evening. The woman opened her cell phone and started looking for a printing shop that was still open late at night. Since Alan told her not to leave any traces, this flash disc must contain sensitive information.

Rachel found a printer shop near the hotel and immediately walked there. Fortunately, it was a small shop that the owner didn't take much care of. The shop owner was busy playing games when Rachel arrived.. The man told her to print the document herself without looking up from his computer screen.