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