My Surrogate Wife

o him. He turned around and looked at Aleta, who was st

diately pulled Ansel's hand. A

suddenly pulling m

ent to her dressing table and picked up the medicine box. After getting the medicine

"What?! Take off my clothes?! But, what f

e to listen to the man's comments. She quickly

can take it slow. Why are you being so aggressive?!" asked Anse

to see what Aleta wanted to do. Aleta pulled Ansel's arm, making

treat it right away?" Aleta pro

d to have sex with him. Shit! He was embarrassed to

was an acc

ks of it, it's from a knife, right?" A

How could Aleta know that much

often watch thriller movies. T

treated the wound. It made his heart beat fast. He felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach. An unconscious smile appeared on his handsome face. Aleta grabbed

l said in a somew

ta, moving to put the medicin

e of me? Don't you want us to mi

r me. Even if it weren't you, I would still help that person. So don't think of me as consider

st when he was flying high, he was dropped to the ground hard. Ansel got up from his seat and walked closer to her. Suddenly, Al

being stared at like that. But she did not want to show it. He tilted her face. "Thank you

e moved his face away. Aleta did not expe

yeah, I forgot to tell you something," Ansel chirped, causing Aleta to turn to him immediately. "Since you tore my shirt, you must sew it back

e even told me to sew his shirt. He must have a lot of shirts in his closet. Why would I sew them? Gosh, just let

"She's charming and quite innocent, isn't she? How could I think that she would want to have sex with me? But she is smart enough to know that

*

ta entered it. She walked towards

't protest to me anymore," Alet

his head was a small towel to dry his hair. He stopped in his tracks when he saw something on his b

ave imagined arguing with that woman. She even put some fragrance on my shirt," Ansel muttered as he

tay up late to sew Ansel's shirt. She shouldn't have bothered to sew it. If necessary, she should throw the sweater away. Ansel was not a man who would be short

she was being considerate. It was just that

t. Aleta stared at him. No! It wasn't the man's good looks, but the suit he was wearing. Wasn't that the shirt he had just s

th Aleta, who had just placed a plate of sandwiches ther

rprised at him. "Hey, why did you t

it for me," Ansel replie

you? You fool!"

g on the food Aleta had made. Aleta let out a hars

stomach to hurt from eating while standing?" Al

his. Not even his parents had advised him like this. It made Ansel's heart happy, for some r

Didn't you wear it yesterday?"

ou want to know why?" Ansel asked, lo

fused about why you're wearing a shirt that hasn't been washed. Never mind, you can eat th

ooked at Ansel, who had gotten up from his seat and walked towards Aleta, still rooted in her spot. Ansel stood ri

that?!" asked Aleta b

of you. Because my wife took the trouble to sew it back together. Of course, I

hange your shirt. People will look at you strangely when they find out you're w

y close. Aleta was stunned by the closeness. Moreover, the sweet smile on Ansel's face ma

ta's. "Why, are you embarrassed ri

ble like this," rebutted Aleta, who was

ght, right? You shouldn't have a problem with me being this close to you. Af

dy away. Ansel could see that Aleta's face was all red from his words.

een retreating her steps as Ansel continued to approach. "Why don't you like

ued to retreat. "You forced me. I

s expression like a scared cat. Or rather like a

a kept her head down. Until she saw a loafer stop right in front of

ns

r forehead gently. It made Aleta widen her

as so transfixed at this moment because of Ansel's sudden treatment. The man had multiple personalities. Because Ansel

t Nani as she touch

ni, who was still staring at her. "Aunt Nani? Emm, w

r the office just now. Didn't

all of a sudden, he was no longer in front of her. "Huh? Did he leav

think about it anymore. Come on, I've made a new breakfast fo

it made her feel happy, especially when she remembered the peck

warm that it reached

ompany, everyone immediately saluted him and greeted him. However, Ansel could see the as

ed? The president is wearing

lly? I did

ed the shirt he

e home to wear

, he can buy a new shirt, right? H

he wearing th

e shirt. It was small, but all the employees paid at

ly heard the voice of his assistant. He grabbed the small remote and opened the door to his office. As th

you looking at me like that?" asked Ansel, who put on

urned out to be true. Why are you wearing the same shirt

ed to," An

nliness. There's no way you're going to wear the same shirt. You change three to four shirts every

w. This shirt is special, so I want to wear it again. Besides, it doesn't

y and strange. He pointed his palm and checked Ansel's body temperature on his forehead. "

interrupt my work. It's better now that you tell me what

ome early. Why?"

ith my cat," Ansel replie

cause, as he remembered, Ansel didn't like animals. Especially cats. How could Ans

mbering his sweet cat. Meanwhile, Bag