When the sun began to set, Mellisa reluctantly said goodbye to Lilia. But the model was no less reluctant to let her sister go. She kept trying to buy time by giving advice to Mellisa.
"You have to remember to send me a message when you arrive in Jakarta, okay."
"If you are in trouble, you can tell me anytime. Don't try to bear it alone!"
"Then, stop working as a debt collector. The job is too dangerous for you and I'm always worried about you."
"Umm...then...what's more..."
Lilia muttered while frowning, trying to find something else to say.
Jean sat smoking a cigarette on the sofa opposite them. The man leaned against the back of the sofa with his legs folded. His gaze was always fixed on Lilia and the corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile. Anyone could see the overwhelming love in Jean's eyes for his wife.
Mellisa had to refrain from commenting on Jean's appearance. Where did the arrogant, cold-faced tyrant go?!
