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I'm Just Your Wife On Paper
img img I'm Just Your Wife On Paper img Chapter 5 also pain in my heart
5 Chapters
Chapter 6 Her deal img
Chapter 7 Hiring and drivers img
Chapter 8 Meeting Calystharia again img
Chapter 9 Meeting Calysta img
Chapter 10 The CEO img
Chapter 11 Why img
Chapter 12 Family dinner img
Chapter 13 Meeting Calysta's daughter img
Chapter 14 new bodyguard img
Chapter 15 Drivers img
Chapter 16 Pink Peony and article img
Chapter 17 Sunrise Publishing house img
Chapter 18 first day being your bodyguard img
Chapter 19 Engagement party img
Chapter 20 Wedding and first kiss img
Chapter 21 Sage Rhenz & Lovins Rhaye img
Chapter 22 School img
Chapter 23 Bullied and Fatherless img
Chapter 24 Jealous img
Chapter 25 Picture and Attic img
Chapter 26 Bank account img
Chapter 27 our relationship img
Chapter 28 Her dad img
Chapter 29 Divorce img
Chapter 30 Right and first move img
Chapter 31 The deal img
Chapter 32 The Clue img
Chapter 33 DNA test img
Chapter 34 Intimate img
Chapter 35 Surprise img
Chapter 36 home img
Chapter 37 Left behind img
Chapter 38 My husband img
Chapter 39 Calystharia Divyne img
Chapter 40 Sample and kiss img
Chapter 41 secret admirer img
Chapter 42 Emotions & New Teacher img
Chapter 43 Emotional and Another Clue img
Chapter 44 Family Day img
Chapter 45 Substitute Daddy img
Chapter 46 Hate & Hospital img
Chapter 47 The pain img
Chapter 48 Worried and Her father img
Chapter 49 The letters img
Chapter 50 Surprise Marriage Proposal img
Chapter 51 Argument about Rights img
Chapter 52 The Issue img
Chapter 53 Suitor Daddy Lazel img
Chapter 54 Meeting Veon's triplets img
Chapter 55 A Chance img
Chapter 56 Conscience img
Chapter 57 Bad feeling img
Chapter 58 Savior and Intimate img
Chapter 59 got home img
Chapter 60 Still married img
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Chapter 5 also pain in my heart

Chapter 5

This is how I feel every time I see my siblings. Like a leap of blood? But more, I feel more now.

My emotions were also mixed and just seeing his face made my day complete and there was instant joy in my heart. It seems that he has filled the seeming lack in my personality and life but I also know that there is still something missing.

"That's bad. It's bad to answer to someone older than you," I said and I didn't even notice the trembling of my hands and the weakness of my knees.

His presence is very heavy for me. Standing hairs on the body.

"Who are you to tell me that? My father? Even my Dad never preached to me like that, so who do you think you are? I will listen to you just because it's bad to talk to old people just like you? Even if you are right in what you said, I will not follow you. You're just a stranger to me... A customer of this Pasta House and a gossip. It's worse to listen to other people's conversations. Right, stranger?" it said long.

I was not affected by their sharp tongue, but when he said I was just a stranger, I felt a tightness in my chest. There is also pain in my heart. I don't understand myself why I feel that way.

I don't think that's normal. Because of the length and volume of what he said, I was more affected by that word alone? There is something about this boy.

He stepped closer to me and his eyes were sharp.

"You know what, Sir? You're handsome but you're a pity. Because...you are a gossip and a troublemaker. You have so many roles in our world, ah," she mocked me and she even rolled her eyes before turning her back on me.

I was stunned because I remembered something he told me earlier.

"You have so many roles in our world, ah." G-I used to be like that... To speak and I only did that to one person.

"Lazel Hyrroz!" My shoulders jumped when I heard my name. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, then I took my order from the counter.

I choose the vacant table that is close to the child's seat and he is already eating quietly. He even looked at my side just to torture me.

This boy...

"Sir, stop staring at me. Shh," she blurted out.

"I don't," I said.

"Yeah, whatever stranger. Grrr..."

"Do your parents know you're wandering around at this hour?" I asked her.

"Are we close? You are too talkative!" he shouted at me but I just laughed softly. He was really fun to talk to.

"Why are you laughing?!" he shouted so he got the attention of the customers, "And why are you looking at me like that?!" He turned to the others.

"Lower down your voice, kid," I told her.

"Excuse me?! Why are you talking to me, huh?" he asked me rudely.

"Kid, listen. Just eat instead of yelling and maybe your pasta will get colder," I said.

"And who are you to order me? Even my Mommy doesn't order me around, huh!" he said and raised an eyebrow at me. His rudeness is to the highest level. "Eat there too. Please!"

I held my ear because his voice really hurt. Very strong and shrill too. But I'm still glad to hear his voice, even if he still scolds me.

I took my tray and moved to his table so his eyebrows rose even more. She looks pissed off, even more.

"I'm going to sit, huh?"

"What? Seriously? You're really going to say goodbye to me, you're already sitting there," he said.

"Eating alone is sad. You, don't you feel that?" I asked and I know what I did. I want to be friends with him even though he's young and he's so cute.

"I'm sorry, I can't feel that because I'm used to it. Tse!" he's still struggling. I ignored him and continued eating.

"But you can share your table with me, right?" I asked and his eyes widened.

"Wow, cunt?" he asked teasingly.

"So?"

"Grumpy? My mommy?" He seemed surprised by my question. "Well, it's up to me if my Mommy is really grumpy. You don't care about that..." she just said and I guess it's natural for her to speak with a hint of bitterness. Even though he doesn't speak, everywhere his eyes wander he really tears up.

"Hmm... What if you meet your Mommy?" I joked.

"Shut up! Don't you dare do that! You don't deserve my Mom!" he shouted and dropped the spoon he was holding. I was shocked because he gave me a bad look.

"Kid, I'm not doing anything, ah. I just said, what if. It's like I'm going to flirt with your Mommy or snatch it from your Dad," I said and shook my head.

"Oh? My Dad? He's not around...and what the! Why am I telling you this story, huh?" he asked irritatedly.

"Because we're friends?" I said and I held out my hand but he just laughed as if he was insulting me but I didn't pay attention to that because your gaze was fixed on both of his cheeks.

"You have a hole here, oh," I said in amazement and his eyes widened.

"You too! Ugh, why?!" I chuckled.

"Why, why?" I asked her. He didn't answer me anymore, instead he went back to work.

"You know what... I just arrived from New Zealand," I said even though I knew the boy was going to block me again.

"What about me? Eh, it's not like it came from another country!" See? He was just going to hit me but he didn't see me when I walked with him.

"I still have jetlag. I want to eat ice cream," I said and he stopped.

"You look like a child," she said.

"So what? Is it only children who eat ice cream? Are you the only ones who have the right to eat it, huh?" If someone were to see me as a different person, they might say that it was my sign that I was beating the child.

"And why do you seem angry, huh? Am I fighting you?" he asked wryly.

"I really want to eat ice cream," I said.

"You're so poor. Alright, I'll show you where you can buy ice cream." I secretly smiled because I also forced him to join me.

There is an ice cream parlor near the park so I thought we would spend some time there.

"You do not want? I'm still free," I said and I sniffed him the different flavors of ice cream. His gaze moved there.

"Free? Duh, I have money, I can buy it," she blurted out. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay. What do you want?"

"We have ube flavor here, Sir," the shopkeeper told me.

"I'm allergic," I said and it turned out that I wasn't the only one who spoke because the child with me was also.

"Are you allergic to purple?" I asked her and she nodded.

"I can't eat that," he said.

"Me too," I said and there he went again.

"That's right, pss."

"Just a chocolate flavor, please and he will pay," he said, making me laugh.

When we finally bought the same flavor of ice cream we wanted, we hung out on the swing while eating.

"You know... We have a lot in common," I started and felt him glance at me.

"And what about what you said? You don't even know me, huh."

"Your name is Calystharia Divyne and you are the endorser of a perfume with the same name as you. I saw your billboard somewhere," I said.

"So what?" he asked.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 9 years old and why am I answering you?"

"Because we're friends?" against me

"I don't make friends with other people. Shs," he said flatly.

"I'm curious. Do you always do this?"

"Which one?"

"The one who ran away."

"I didn't run away, duh... My Mommy knows this, right?" he said with a snort.

It took the two of us another hour before we decided to go home and I found out that our unit was in the same condominium.

"My mom! Oh, gosh!" she said and started to run but...she suddenly stopped.

"Why?" I asked him.

"It's unfair if I don't know your age. How old are you, Mr. Stranger?" she asked.

"I'm 28 years old," I answered with a smile.

"Well. You are not suitable for my Mommy. Because she's ten years older than you, Sir. I'm sorry," he said and I was confused by what I heard.

I did not immediately understand him. I just followed him with my eyes and he even pulled the hand of a woman who had her back turned from where I was.

He was also wearing a hoodie that was too long. He held Calyshtharia's hand then they walked towards the elevator. He peeked at me and when I waved, he responded with a gesture. That he doesn't like me.

To Be Continued...

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