Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

While on the other hand, Devan returned to his room. Lately, his mind is very confused.

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The ringing of the alarm echoed in a room, making a man who had only closed his eyes about an hour ago now squirm softly. Glancing at the clock, it was already six o'clock in the morning.

Luckily today was a holiday so he had plenty of time to relax today.

The man wanted to go back to sleep but was stopped by the sudden ringing of his cell phone.

Who called him this early? With his eyes still closed, he grabbed the flat-shaped object that was on the nightstand next to his bed.

Just a text message, and it was from Hendra. The man said that Lija asked permission not to come in today for the next few days because one of her family in the village was hospitalized. Yes, he is Devan.

The man only skimmed through his text messages then put his phone back down. His body was left on his back with a very clear view staring at the ceiling of the room. Being in that position for a few minutes, he then got up and intended to do a little muscle stretching in the fitness room at his house.

Until several hours had passed, Devan was getting tired, sweat dripped all over his body, and even the clothes he was wearing looked wet. He then decided to stop the sport.

Today he is not going anywhere and will only stay at home.

Just as he stepped out of the gym, his cell phone rang again.

"Hello dear," came a woman's voice from the other side.

"What's the matter with calling me so early?" he asked.

"You don't want to take me out? Since arriving in Indonesia you have never asked your future wife out on a date," the woman replied again, She is Byanca.

"I'm tired, I want to rest. I'll see you later."

"Really? When? Tell me so I can manage my time, honey."

"I'll tell you later," Devan replied then turned off the connection unilaterally.

He will do it as a mere formality, without any element.

After that, Devan walked back to his room, did his usual routine, showered, and changed clothes.

Down the stairs, the man walked into the kitchen to make breakfast.

He took out various kinds of foodstuffs from the refrigerator and put them on the pantry, the atmosphere down there was already very bright, in contrast to the atmosphere at night.

He was almost to scream when his eyeballs accidentally see a hand under the pantry.

With slow steps, the man approached and examined her.

Stunned.

His body suddenly froze when he saw who was down there. One of his hands then pinched his arm to make sure that what he saw was not a dream.

She was the woman he missed so much, sleeping with such a peaceful face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Why visit my house with your condition like this?"

"Did something happen to you?"

"Don't you have any other goals besides me?" Devan murmured continuously in the smallest possible tone of voice, whether he was aware of it or not, a small smile appeared on his lips, his hand rose and caressed the woman's cheek very gently.

To be honest, Devan has a hard time believing what he's seeing right now. Anna resigned a few days ago and at this time suddenly appeared at his house without his knowledge, especially with this condition, very, very messy. Also, why was she under the pantry? Tortured herself with a bent body.

Try to tell what kind of person can easily believe what the man is going through right now.

Various kinds of questions jostled through his mind.

He was sure something had happened to her.

Seeing the small movement of Anna's fingers, Devan suddenly rose from his position, stood up, and resumed what he was about to do earlier, acting as if he had seen nothing.

While on the other hand, Anna blinked her eyes, her body suddenly gasped when she found a pair of male legs right in front of her.

She unconsciously held her breath, afraid that her position would be discovered by the man. Looking around it was already light, it told Anna directly that it was noon.

Again, she grumbled inwardly. If it was like this, then she had to wait for Devan to get out of there.

Anna was annoyed with herself, Anna was angry with herself, because she couldn't hold her sleep and ended up like this.

A few minutes passed, Devan had finished making breakfast. This time he cooked two servings.

One plate he only put on the pantry while the other he took to the dining room.

It would be a lie if he didn't see and feel the little movement of the woman down there. He knew Anna was awake.

The big question is, why did the woman stay in her position? Also, what is the purpose?

Waiting for almost an hour, the woman remained in her position.

'Let's see, how long will you last there?'

Suddenly the bell rang accompanied by a knock on the door.

Devan frowned, slowly he got up and wanted to see who was visiting him on this holiday? Because he has no promise to anyone.

Right after opening the door, a woman burst into his arms. She is Byanca.

"Honey, I miss you," the girl said.

Being treated like that suddenly, of course, Devan was shocked.

"Get Out!" said Devan in a voice that sounded cold and flat.

"No."

"Get out!" Devan repeated.

"No, I won't let go until you get back at me," Byanca replied spoiled.

"Let go of Byanca," Devan's voice rose, making the woman immediately move away.

"That's bad. Even though we'll be married soon," said Byanca, stepping inside.

"Why visit me? If you want to persuade me to accompany you for a walk, you'd better go home."

Hearing Devan's words, the woman laughed lightly. "Is that how you treat your future wife? Is there a rule that doesn't allow me to visit you?" replied Byanca then walked to the sofa and threw her body there.

Devan chuckled, he no longer paid attention to the woman's words and walked towards the dining table. Wanted to clean up the rest of the breakfast.

"Honey..." Byanca called.

"Devan, don't ignore me," she said again when she saw the man just pass by her without uttering a word. She then got up and followed the man.

"Devan..." Byanca called while pulling Devan's arm making his body flinch.

"I don't like it when you reject me like this," she added, shortening the distance between them.

"You are my future husband," whispered Byanca with her fingers gently caressing the man's lips.

"Don't be like this, honey."