The Return Of The Heir: Jef Arbuzar's Redemption

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ugh, tired hands began to gently wipe Syarla's feet, following the instructions he had memorised. His wife, meanwhile, s

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lt an eerie silence, as if he was isolated

? The water's too hot!" Syarla'

ly pulling back his hand tha

er should be warm, not hot! What's so h

miles. One of them, a woman with her hair in pigtails, shook her head as

sin again, trying to compose himself. "Sorry, the water may have been heated too l

able. Do I have to take care of every little thing? If it wasn't

dded scornfully, "That's right, Miss Syarla. Who would want a

knew full well his position here, as an unwanted contract husband. Yet, every insult h

how to heat water properly?" Syarla's

eemed to insult him that Jef had bee

lying on your grandfather and the orpha

spill over. He raised his head slightly, looking at Syarla with

le phone, as if nothing Jef said mattered. "Well, I hope so. I'm tir

made him feel smaller, as if he was a nobody in this world. In his heart, he could only p

rt of her life. However, for the sake of his ailing grandfather, Jef k

a basin of warm water into the kitchen, poured it out, and pla

in the morning, he immediately remembered that he had to go to wo

he heard the voice of his father-in-law, Da

your hat!" The voice

ickly. David stood there, watching with a cold stare. Jef picked up the

o talent. You never understood how to work properly. T

arrassment, then put on the hat

't ever think that I would consider you as a legitimate son-in-law

ng the pain in his hear

age is just a contractual arrangement. Syarla married you to avoid an arran

head, trying to

o much, Jef. You're probably just a waiter in our restaurant, an

e restaurant. Don't let our reputation be tainted just because of you. Remember, you'

g back his anger. "

he house, David called ou

nd turned arou

the level we have. Always remember your position, waite

said felt like a stab in his heart. However, he had to stay focused on his goa

had to endure for now, trying his best while hoping t

ing a tray of freshly squeezed juices, trying his best to serve them. However, in the middle o

Devaki. He shouted angrily as soon as his shirt was hit by the juice.

ed. "I'm sorry, sir! I didn't do it on

now how much this suit cost? And you t

stood beside Jef with a

plate "Jef Nicholas, which was attached to the left side of the waiter's shirt. Look at you. You're just a poor s

e flushed. "I'm really sorry

ou know, everyone here knows how low status

glance and whisper, making

around him looked down on him. "Once again, sir, I am very

ic tone, "Don't let this happen again. You're just a wai

d as he picked up the bucket and began to mop

s possible. As Jef was busy moving the bucket to reach the harder-to-rea

master. We're with yo