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34. It's A Silly Question!
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My Obsessive Ex 35. Helpless
The faint sound of the doorbell rang out into Dae Hyun’s bedroom. Daniel had just finished checking Dae Hyun’s health condition and removed the stethoscope from his ears. “It seems that you have a special guest on the weekend,” teased Daniel. Dae Hyun lowered the roll of his sleeve which had been uncovered when Daniel took his blood pressure. “Are you disdaining me?” asked Dae Hyun, leaning back again against the headboard. Daniel shrugged then pulled a chair. He sat beside Dae Hyun’s bed. “Is it good for me?” “It could be your girlfriend.” “My girlfriend trusts me a lot,” Daniel said proudly. “She can’t possibly follow me here.” Dae Hyun furrowed his eyebrows. “If it’s not your girlfriend, who is it then?” “I don’t know,” replied Daniel. “Do you want me to open the door to check it?” “Up to you,” said Dae Hyun. Daniel left the chair he just sat. However, after walking for a few steps, Dae Hyun’s shout stopped him. “If the guest is looking for Ae Ri, just tell him that he’s
My Obsessive Ex 36. The Secret Began To Be Revealed
If you can control your anger, you are a strong person. *** “Aunty, why are you screaming?” Xander—who also heard Alina’s shout—broke into the bedroom before Ansel arrived there. He bent and looked around in all directions. “Where’s the cockroach?” he asked while moving the chair. Alina was just silent. “A mouse?” Alina shook her head. She was standing with the gaze fixing on both of her hands. She looked like a dazed person. “A snake?” Xander kept shifting the position of the stuffs in that bedroom, looking for the creeping animals or whatever that had caused Alina scream hysterically. “Ouch!” Xander moaned in pain. He caressed his head. Ansel’s hit was hard enough landing there. “You thought this is the jungle or the zoo?” scolded Ansel. “Then, why did aunty scream like that if there’s nothing here?” Ansel approached his mother. That middle-aged woman was still standing like a statue. Her hands were trembling, holding a piece of paper. “Qe–Qeiza,” Alina stammered. “She–sh
My Obsessive Ex 37. Uninvited Enemy
Do not ever look for enemies. But if they come, you don’t need to avoid them either. *** “Have a drink!” Xander handed Ansel a glass of mineral water. His worry was reducing after Ansel awakened. He had slept for more the twenty-four hours. Ansel reached the glass handing by Xander with his weak hand. His eyes narrowed when he saw the infusion needle was sticking on the back of his hand. “Ah, let me help you!” Xander had just realized Ansel’s difficulty. “How long did I faint?” asked Ansel after drinking one-third of the water in the glass. “How long you fainted, it’s not important,” replied Xander. “The most important thing for now is that you’ve been conscious. How are you feeling?” “I don’t know,” said Ansel. “That nightmare always haunted me.” Ansel massaged his temples. His head was still dizzy and throbbing. Whenever he had the nightmare, his head was like hit with a hammer. “Tell me, Mom!” insisted Ansel, staring hopefully at Alina who was bowing her head because of f
My Obsessive Ex 38. Sly Tricks
Jealousy and envy can cause someone lose his or her common sense. *** “Why are you all still here?” Chin Hwa’s rebuke chased the group of employees that watched the incidence away. Aleta smiled. She felt that she successfully got Chin Hwa’s attention. A sly whisper incited Aleta. She pretended to be in a lot of pain and had trouble getting up from the floor. “Ouch! It’s so hurt!” she whimpered, glancing with sad look at Chin Hwa who would leave her. Chin Hwa turned at her for a while then smiled very slightly. “Freud, come here!” he called. What a coincidence that the guy arrived at the right time. “Please escort Miss Aleta to the healthcare room!” Chin Hwa asked Freud that was standing before him. His eyes looked surprised at Aleta. Freud nodded. He bent and stretched out his right hand, intending to help Aleta to stand up. “No need! I can walk by myself!” Aleta denied in annoyed tone then she left. Her mouth kept whispering curses. Freud shrugged. His forehead wrinkled. He
My Obsessive Ex 39. Unexpected Event
Love can’t be forced because heart always knows where it should be anchored. *** “Miss Aleta? Y—” Unfortunately, Freud’s question was interrupted as soon as Aleta turned around and hastily left the door where she peeked. Standing while carrying some folders on his hands, Freud could still hear the unclear mutter that slipped from Aleta’s lips. Nevertheless, he didn’t pay attention to it. It’s not his business. Freud shrugged. His lips pursed a little before he eventually went into Qeiza’s and Chin Hwa’s office. Aleta felt very annoyed for realizing her action was being caught red handed by Freud. She even got madder. In fact, her attack on Qeiza was just an illusion. The woman she hated the most was still fine, focusing her mind on her works. “This time you are safe and can smile in happiness,” mumbled Aleta. “But another time, I’ll make sure that you’ll swim in the sea of tears.” Aleta threw everything on her desk. She vented all her rage. When she slammed her ass on the chair,
My Obsessive Ex 40. Regret
Regret always comes late, so think wise before making a decision. *** Ansel kicked his bedroom door hard. He untied his tie with a rough gesture then took off his coat and threw it onto the bed. “Argh! I should have gone back to the café faster,” Ansel grumbled, slamming his butt on the edge of the bed. When he arrived at the café, Qeiza was no longer there. He didn’t know where she had gone away. Ansel lost the track. “God! I forgot something.” Ansel hurriedly opened his macbook and checked his mail inbox. His head moved wildly. He seemed to be impatient while downloading some attachments he got. Ansel’s face stiffened when he compared the pictures attached in his email to the pictures that he got from the boy he paid. “Shit!” Ansel screamed while grabbing his hair roughly. “So, Ae Ri is Qeiza?” Ansel bit his fist. Various emotions mixed in his heart. Anger, regret, and confusion were combined in his blue heart. Ansel’s bones suddenly felt powerless and lost their energy, li
My Obsessive Ex 41. She's My Wife
No secret can stay forever. *** Qeiza was standing like a statue in the middle of her apartment door. She was just going to work and seeing a strange view, not far from there. Ansel was sleeping curled up while holding both his knees—like a cold kitten—on the left side of the door. Slowly Qeiza tiptoed closer to Ansel, reassuring that she didn’t see wrong. She couldn’t understand how Ansel ended up sleeping on the floor, outside of her apartment. 'He’s really nuts!'' Qeiza thought. How could Ansel—who always upheld his dignity—visit his ex-wife’s residence and spend the night there like a guardian dog? Qeiza sighed while shaking her head. For a moment she considered whether she had to wake him up or not. She looked around. That apartment corridor was empty. “Ah, just let him sleep!” Qeiza finally decided to let Ansel stay there. She turned around and intended to go from there. But, something grabbed her foot. Qeiza looked down. She saw Ansel’s hand stopped her steps. “Let it g
My Obsessive Ex 42. Failed Plan
Basically, a woman is a very forgiving creature event though she is often hurt. Nonetheless, if her disappointments have exceeded her tolerance and made her leave, then don’t ever expect her to come back even though your tears are the tears of blood. *** That morning, the weather was brighter than usual. The outside temperature was at the lowest degree in the fall, five degrees of Celsius. Qeiza felt her bones shiver so that she fastened her steps to get into her office. She really craved the heating. Her sigh of relief blew out when a warm temperature caressed the surface of her skin after she put off her coat and hung it on the stand hanger that’s available on the corner of her room. Qeiza rubbed her palms in order to make the frozen weather could go faster. “Your coffee, Miss!” An office boy came in at the right time. He served her a cup of mochachino. “Thank you!” Qeiza smiled friendly. Enjoying the combination of milk, chocolate, and espresso in the cold morning was really
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