Chapter 4 Mike Miland House

"Did I make a mistake?" She asked immediately.

"Yes! You forgot who you are. I've told you how many times? Yuvrelina Marie is no more since you agreed to that contract! All that exists is Barbie, my wife! It doesn't matter in front of other people or just the two of us, you are Barbie!"

Yuvrelina swallowed. Without thinking, Yuvrelina immediately pulled Mike Miland's tie. She looked into his sharp eyes with a daring look. Yuvrelina knew what kind of Barbie Mike wanted! She had learned about it.

"Okay! This is the Barbie you want." Yuvrelina brought her face closer. Mike was impressed by Yuvrelina's courage. That was the kind of Barbie he knew. A woman who was always bold, with no awkwardness or hesitation.

"Yes! Like this." Mike hissed, greeting the woman's lips with a kiss.

Yuvrelina widened her eyes, releasing her grip on Mike Miland's tie. Her heart suddenly beat so fast. The touch on her lips, which lasted only a few seconds, successfully made her stand frozen in place for quite a long time.

"This is just a small kiss, don't be so dramatic! It's not funny at all!" Mike shouted at her, hands on his hips. "Based on that agreement, you've become my wife. You also have to stay in my bed." Mike continued, looking at Yuvrelina's face with an annoyed expression. "And also that innocent look of yours, throw it away from your eyes! You look at me as if I'm an oppressor. It's so annoying!" He grumbled, pointing at Yuvrelina's eyes.

"How do I throw it away, it's been in my eyes since I was born!" She grumbled at Mike.

"You! Dare to scold me?!" Mike yelled at her.

"Yes, because I'm your Barbie!" She replied, smiling and walking closer. She grabbed Mike Miland's face. She looked into his eyes, holding Mike's cheeks. "Look at me carefully, I am Barbie!"

Now it was Mike's turn to freeze in place. Only a moment later, he came to his senses and immediately released Yuvrelina's hands from his cheeks.

"I know, you are my Barbie!" He touched Yuvrelina's chin with his finger, lifting her chin to look up and meet his gaze. "Yes, at least this kind of look is better than that guilty look I hate so much!"

"Don't worry, after today, you'll never see that look again!" Yuvrelina replied, smiling.

She slowly removed Mike's hand from her chin. In the next second, Yuvrelina boldly wrapped her arms around Mike's neck, meeting his sharp gaze with a wild look!

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Mike brought Yuvrelina back to his residence. It was time to introduce Barbie back to the public. They had just arrived home. The driver brought Yuvrelina's suitcase inside. Yuvrelina received the suitcase with a smile. Seeing this, Mike immediately spoke.

"You must remember what Barbie can't do! You must engrave those important points in your head!" Mike whispered before they both entered the room.

Hearing the sharp tone and seeing the unhappy expression on Mike's face, Yuvrelina squeezed the handle of her suitcase trolley. "Servant!" Yuvrelina called out loudly right in front of Mike's face. The man glared angrily, digging his right ear.

"Yes, Ma'am!" The servant came with hurried steps.

"Bring this suitcase inside, put all the clothes in the closet." She commanded, releasing her grip on the trolley handle.

"Barbie wouldn't let anyone touch her beloved belongings. You know what a beloved item is for a fashion model?! You don't see her as a kitchen servant, not a clothes organizer? You must be able to tell the difference between a kitchen servant and a servant who takes care of your clothes!" Mike hissed, patting Yuvrelina's shoulder and entering the room.

With hurried steps, Yuvrelina immediately followed him into the room. The high heels she was wearing accidentally tripped, and she fell right in front of Mike. Mike spontaneously held Yuvrelina's waist. To dispel her awkwardness, Yuvrelina immediately stood up and wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. Yuvrelina no longer cared about her face, which was now blushing from extreme embarrassment.

The servant in the room felt strange seeing her master's behavior. Barbie had always behaved gracefully, and she had hardly ever shown any flaws. But the Barbie she saw now was very careless and rushed.

"What are you looking at?! Get out!" Mike yelled at the servant.

Without answering Mike, the kitchen servant immediately left the room.

"Don't let anyone know my wife fell! If it gets out, you'll have to pay for it!"

"Ok-okay! Sir!" The servant replied, bowing respectfully in front of Mike before leaving and closing the door.

Seeing the door behind Mike's back closed, Yuvrelina immediately released Mike's neck and walked towards her suitcase.

"How dare you be so careless!" The man complained, slumping down on the edge of the bed.

"This is my first time, stop complaining. You should be supporting me, not complaining." Yuvrelina replied impatiently, putting her clothes in the closet.

"Mrs. Marrie! That's my closet. Good heavens! What am I going to do with this woman!" He complained, already very tired of Yuvrelina.

"Aaa-what? A closet this big, you use it all by yourself? It's okay, I'm only using a little space. There's still a lot of space left if your clothes are stacked together." She said, moving Mike's clothes to the side and still putting her clothes in the closet without caring.

Mike, impatiently, immediately walked with wide strides towards her. Yuvrelina dropped Mike's clothes to the floor and leaned against the closet door.

"Yuvrelina!" Mike grabbed her chin. "Are you deliberately doing this to make me lose my patience?"

"No-no, how could I?!" She exclaimed, shaking her head, grabbing Mike's wrist with both hands. "Let me go, my jaw could crack." Yuvrelina complained, hitting Mike's arm.

The man immediately released his grip. "Clean that up!" Mike pointed to his messy clothes on the floor, then turned Yuvrelina to face the other way. "Do you see that door?" He asked, holding both sides of Yuvrelina's head from behind her back so that her gaze was fixed on the door in front. "Your closet, and all your belongings are behind that door. I want everything to be done quickly, in twenty minutes you have to go downstairs for dinner. Meet your two sons!" The man whispered in her ear.