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Chapter 6 - Annoyed sweet hubby

The handsome man with the shadow beard examined the girls for a while before approaching them. He chose the seat in front of the two of them and sat down, glancing at the sleeping beauty in front of him who was hugging a wine bottle like a baby.

Clearing his throat, he asked, "Whom did you call just now?"

Meera rolled her eyes at him since she was the only one there to talk with him because Grana was sleeping like a dead dog.

"Mr Stranger, it's none of your fucking business, okay?"

"Just tell me already. Is he her husband?" He asked, pointing his finger at Grana's sleeping figure.

Meera widened her eyes and even her mind sobered up for a moment.

"How do you know?" She managed to inquire. "Did you listen to our conversation secretly, you disgusting creature?!"

"Woah, easy there, sweetheart. I didn't. It's just a lucky guess."

Meera huffed and rolled her eyes again. "I'm not your sweetheart," Saying that, she collapsed to the table, passing out completely.

The young man: "..."

He was scared to leave the two beauties among hungry wolves thus he didn't have a choice rather than taking Grana's phone. Checking the recent calls, he found his number saved as... hubby? or whatever... He tried to give a call but then thought of going against it as he started texting instead.

Before he could send it, a message popped up from the same number.

[My loving hubby: Send the address right now.]

The handsome guy squinted his eyes unhappily. Her husband was so bossy and the worst part was... he somehow sounded like a jerk. His instinct told him that this guy didn't love the sleeping beauty ahem... the lady before him.

[Me: Can you at least use some kind and beautiful words? Do your fingers get hurt typing them? Aren't you pathetic? You're a complete douchbag.]

The young man's right eye started twitching when he sent it.

Doomed! Finished!

What he had done to the brave lady? Didn't he just make it even worse? His chest rose up and down with extreme guilt.

Before her husband could throw a tantrum, he quickly apologised and sent the address to the bar right away before putting the phone aside like it was a poisonous snake.

Julian's mouth twitched when he saw the message.

[Grana Ivy (Wife): Sorry, I didn't mean to scold you although what I said is true. Here's the address. Come and pick me up before the men here start eating me. You have a millisecond because someone is already eying me and he's quite handsome with the most beautiful beard I have ever seen ( ; ]

Julian touched his clean-shaven face, his expression turned cold and gloomy. 'So she loved men with beards?' He questioned himself in his mind. Suddenly he became surprised at himself. Why would he even care about whom she liked or not? It was not his business!

Julian quickly grabbed the car keys and headed towards the garage before taking out his Rolls-Royce on purpose. He could just use his normal car for short rides. But this time, he chose to drive his office car to show off that he was the most capable one there.

Men waiting for eating her? Dream on. He was the most powerful and capable one of them all. They could just back off from touching what belonged to him! Yeah, it was true that he didn't love his newly wedded wife. But it didn't mean that he was lack of his men's pride! She was his wife for the certificate after all.

Thereupon fifteen minutes, Julian reached the 'Sweet Heaven' bar on Calehomn Street and got off the car, quickening his steps towards the main entrance.

The drunken girls and even gays gasped upon seeing someone breathtakingly handsome as him. Julian's handsomeness wasn't an ordinary one. It was like a royalty's one, filled with a noble and majestic, unapproachable aura as if he was a powerful king from ancient times.

Julian didn't care about others even a bit as his eyes searched for a certain someone. Finally, his gaze landed on a girl in a corner who was hugging a wine bottle while sleeping like a pig. Unbeknownst to himself, his lips subconsciously formed into a smile as he went towards her, his new bride.

"Grana," Julian called out to her softly. He was hesitating about how to act as a husband. He was reluctant to touch her. He wondered where to put his hands... whether he should pick her up like a teledrama or shake her to wake her up. He was in a huge dilemma like it was the most difficult problem ever.

On the other hand, Grana was sleeping peacefully as she didn't have a single clue about her husband's mindset, about what he was thinking so hard. She made a soft growl and turned to her left, intending to hide from the lights that disturbed her sleep.

"Aren't you going to pick her up?" A male voice snapped Julian out of his reverie and he instantly frowned in displeasure.

"Who are you?" He asked instead.

"Samuel. But I guess it's none of your business."

Samuel, the handsome young man said with the same expression as Julian. He was also unhappy about Grana's husband. He didn't think that he was this good-looking.

Initially, He thought that he was just an ordinary man who couldn't even stand with a beautiful girl like Grana. He simply thought that her husband didn't deserve a beauty with brains like her but now...

He realized why Grana refused to take a shot with him. With a husband like him, she clearly didn't have the need of finding another one to fulfil her wild desires.

That beautiful devil was simply more than enough for her. But it was a huge pity that he didn't love his pretty wife. At least, Samuel thought so. In his opinion, these kinds of marriages wouldn't last long. Maybe he would get a chance in the future. Maybe...

"The matters between me and my wife are also none of your business. You don't need to worry about whether Imma pick her up or not." Julian said back.

Samuel huffed and looked away. "Better to take care of her well otherwise, who knows if one day someone's gonna take her away from you."

"She's my wife so no one dares to do that." Julian rolled his eyes and stated as he directly put Grana on his shoulder and turned around to leave only to be paused in his tracks when he heard what the other person said.

"Who knows? No one knows about the future, fate, and destiny of Someone's life. God is still writing our story there and it's not finished yet."

"I don't believe in gods or whoever they are," Julian barked. "So don't waste your nonsensical words on me." With that, he directly left the bar, carrying Grana on his shoulder.

Samuel snorted coldly. "He should have carried her in bridal style. Tsk, not romantic at all."

Finally, a problem clicked in his mind the moment he saw the leftover. It was Meera, the I don't care about anything friend of the pretty girl who stole his heart that night.

"Hey, wake up, Miss I don't care. You should go home as well." He shook her shoulder.

Meera groaned unhappily as she scratched his arm ruthlessly. "Get lost."

"Ouch," Samuel gasped in pain and shock. He was worried about her and here she was, trying to harm him instead. She was truly something else.

"What are you doing, you sister of Catwoman?"

"Who said I'm the sister of Catwoman? I'm the sister of Simba, Simba, okay?"

Samuel: "..."

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Julian helplessly looked at the girl who was sleeping peacefully beside him on the passenger seat like it was the end of the world. He hesitated before reaching out his hand to touch her bare shoulder. Shaking her, he called her by her name hoping to wake her up.

"Mmm, What is it?" Grana asked, no no, whispered in a very low voice like a little kitten's meow.

"We arrived home. Let's go inside, okay?" Julian almost pleaded with her desperately. He had had enough of her already.

Grana shook her head, making him feel frustrated. "I can't." Her tone was serious and firm.

"But why?"

"You should do something first."

Julian furrowed his eyebrows. "What do I have to do?"

'Damn! Don't ask me to read a bedtime story to you.'

A mischievous grin spread across Grana's face as she demanded, "Kiss me."