The sound of music coming from Hans car speakers accompanies the man on his way to the mansion of Alland Ray Stanford, the CEO and young billionaire who is now kidnapping his actress. Yes, Hans did pin Alland as the kidnapper of the actress because it had been almost 3 months since he couldn't meet Marsha just because of that man's selfishness.
Hans didn't mind it either. Considering that Alland was doing it for the good of his future son, but not today. Hans had to meet Marsha at all costs and luckily Marsha wanted to be found because Marsha had been bored for too long in Alland's luxurious mansion.
Previously, there had been quite a heated argument between Alland and Marsha because the man didn't want Marsha to leave without him. However, Marsha still insisted that she wanted to go along with Hans. Who doesn't get bored if for 3 whole months they have to stay in one place with the same man and Alland wanted to go with her instead? BIG NO!
Finally, after a heated argument and for a long time between Marsha and Alland, Marsha was allowed to leave the mansion and go with Hans, the manager. Despite the various conditions that Alland gave her, Marsha immediately accepted it. The most important thing now, Marsha can breathe fresh air freely. The air of freedom, because Marsha had lived quite freely before.
"Tsk. No wonder Mr.Stanford forbids you from leaving his luxurious residence. Look at your belly Marsha, it is getting bigger." Hans chirped when he arrived at Alland's luxurious mansion and found Marsha waiting for him in front of the mansion's main door.
"Of course. Soon he too will come out of my stomach and eat you, Hans." Marsha replied while chuckling a little at the thought of her words.
Hans shook his head slowly. "Three months of being here, your level of prowess is getting better. Never mind, we better get going because we don't have much time," said Hans who had helped Marsha down some stairs to reach her parked car and helped her into the car.
Marsha had time to protest Hans' actions, but remembering the future father of the child she was carrying made Marsha finally give up. She knew Hans just wanted to make sure she was okay, especially since Alland threatened to kill him if anything happened to her and his future child. Alland, lately the man has been very overprotective of her. Especially to their future child, so that everything must be right in Alland's eyes and his heart.
"Where are we going, Hans?" Marsha asked curiously as Hans drove his car past many tall buildings and some places that Marsha recognized.
From a street that is quite familiar to Marsha, it is very likely that if Marsha remembers correctly, they will be greeted by the lobby of John F. Kennedy airport, New York City's international airport. For some reason, Marsha suddenly felt nervous. She felt Deja vu with the road she was passing at this time and the same atmosphere made her remember the incident that had happened to her a few months ago.
Instead of answering Marsha's question, Hans chose to remain silent and focus on driving his car. Of course, for Marsha who was very active in speaking, it made her quite annoyed that Hans had ignored her. Even though sometimes Hans didn't talk much if it wasn't that important, still Hans should have answered her question even though he wouldn't have told her where they were going.
"Hans!" call it strong.
Hearing a loud call from Marsha aimed at him made Hans heave a sigh of relief. "You're getting louder, aren't you. Pregnancy hormones can't lie," he said.
Marsha rolled her eyes lazily. "That's because you didn't answer my question," she said annoyed.
"Since when did i ever answer that one question of yours?" said Hans questioning back.
Spontaneously, Marsha immediately turned to Hans who was still focused on driving his car with a straight look at the road in front of him. He stared at Hans' blank face in silence and tried to decipher the meaning of his words. From the way Hans answered her question, Marsha felt nervous again. Her instincts told her that there was something Hans was hiding from her.
Hans is right.
Since when did Hans answer that one question? Since the first Hans never answered if Marsha asked where they were going. That was the hallmark of Hans, the same as when she was about to escape her scandal a few months ago. If you remember, when something like this happened then something was probably going on, and maybe that something is really important.
"Hans, what's wrong?" Marsha asked in a low voice.
"I just wanted to take you and your baby-to-be on a tour." the answer is calm so that Marsha doesn't feel the anxiety since yesterday.
Marsha held Hans's hand, who was holding the steering wheel. Without taking her eyes off Hans for a second, Marsha began to tighten her grip. She started to feel bad as if something was going to happen in the future.
Marsha hates this one feeling.
"Marsha calms down," Hans said trying to calm Marsha who was getting restless.
Marsha shook her head slowly. "Please not again, Hans." she whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Hey, it's okay calm down. Trust everything to me, okay?" said Hans, who again calmed Marsha, and this time it worked.
"Everything will be okay?"
"Yes, everything will be fine. Trust me."
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BRAKE!
The sound of the table banging was loud enough in all corners of a place that was the private room of a young billionaire, namely, Alland Ray Stanford.
It was not without reason that Alland pounded his desk violently like that. Because Alland had just finished his meeting with a client who was an Asian citizen, he immediately heard the news that he didn't want to hear. As soon as Alland came out of his meeting room, a bodyguard immediately approached him and told him that Marsha was traveling to the airport with Hans.
"Why did you just tell me, huh?!" he snapped.
How could it not be that during the meeting his thoughts were on Marsha because Alland was worried about his woman's condition? Even though Marsha was safe with Hans, the news that Hans took Marsha to the airport made him angry. Neither Hans nor Marsha informed him beforehand, even though Hans asked permission only to take Marsha for a walk. Didn't get overseas.
"I'm sorry sir, you seem busy all day so i dare not disturb your work," he replied while bowing respectfully.
"When it comes to Marsha, I'll even catch up with her right away," he said with great emphasis on every word.
And again, the bodyguard bowed respectfully. "I'm sorry, Sir." he said in a tone full of regret.
Hearing this made Alland even more annoyed, but he couldn't do anything else considering everything had happened. Alland also ordered his bodyguard to leave his room before he would do what was on his mind at this time. After the bodyguard left, Alland immediately reached into his cell phone from his pocket and immediately called Marsha.
Not pick up.
"Tsk. Where are you Marsha!" he chirped annoyed, then contacted the woman again.
"Hello?" the greeting of someone on the other side allowed Alland to breathe a sigh of relief.
"It's me, little bear. Where are you? Why didn't you pick up my call?" he asked without wanting to waste any more time.
"Ah, it turns out who i thought you were. You don't have to worry, i'm fine." Marsha said without answering Alland's question.
"You didn't answer me. Where are you?" he asked who was now starting to feel calm.
Marsha was silent for a moment, then she answered. "I'm in London." her short answer made Alland raise his eyebrows.
"London? Why did you go there? Are you craving to eat at a Cotte Restaurant again?" Alland asked confused.
Marsha shook her head slowly on the other side. Of course, Alland couldn't see it. "I'm meeting my friend. She's getting married next month so i want to visit her before she's going to live with another man. I'm sorry if i didn't tell you earlier, Al." she said explaining.
"Which friend of yours?" asks him to be sure.
Even if she was told, Alland would not know the person, but he would feel at ease if Marsha told him.
Marsha was silent for a moment, then answered. "Kate. I think you've met her before."
Kate? The name was familiar to Alland's ears.
"You're right, i met her in Paris that time when your leg hurt," Alland said while nodding his head slowly.
"You still remember it looks. It's been a while, Al. I'll call you later." she said which was immediately grabbed by Alland's voice.
"When are you coming back? You know we're going to Mr.Standford's tomorrow night." he said reminding them that Marsha forgot about it.
"Don't worry, i'll be back before sunset. Besides, who's going to scold me if i'm with you?" she said in a mocking tone that made Alland smile widely.
Marsha really can tickle his heart.
"You can be arrogant, apparently," he said with a small chuckle.
"I learned from you, Mr.Stanford."
"No wonder. You should be such a little bear."
"Yeah, it's up to you." Marsha said lazily.
"You---"
"Marsha, uncle is waiting."
Alland was quite surprised when he was about to speak again, but suddenly a call addressed to Marsha made him silent. Alland recognized the voice, it was Hans voice. Then why did Hans say that someone was waiting for Marsha? More precisely, he mentioned the word uncle there. Marsha admitted that if her goal in London was to meet her friend Kate, then why was her uncle there? Did Marsa lie to him?
"Marsha, are you lying to me?"
"No Al, it's been a long time since Kate's uncle was waiting for me." the answer then immediately disconnected the call unilaterally.
Alland stared at his cell phone blankly. He combed his thick mane back in slow motion using his fairly slender fingers. Unknowingly Alland had clenched his hands perfectly.
"Uncle Kate," Alland muttered.
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