My Supermodel Wife

Reynold apologized very seriously, no one was confusing his words for any other intentions.

Since he did something wrong, there was nothing wrong with his apology.​​

His father told him that to be a man of honour, owning his mistake bravely and admitting his fault when he was wrong.

However, he really only found out today that Lilia Pangestu's husband was a very stingy person!

At this time, Lilia patted her husband's arm, and after Jean relaxed his gaze, he lifted his grim face again.

Jean didn't hate Reynold, but his impulsiveness had gone too far.

Lilia looked to the other side and stared pitifully at Jean. The woman then smiled indifferently and said softly, "We accept your apologies, but if you want to come next time, please let us know beforehand so we can prepare to welcome you."

"You came so suddenly, it did surprise us a little. But we are sure you have no malicious intent, and my husband also agreed with that!" She smiled awkwardly and continued, "The important thing now is be good and keep studying hard."

The spring breeze cleared the fog that clouded the man's eyes at the mention of 9 letters— 'My husband'.

This was the first time Jean had heard the soothing word "husband"!

The man's inner eyes glowed with a bright light, and his palm that was holding his wife's shoulder surged with a fiery temperature.

Jean tilted his head slightly, he stared at his wife's smooth white cheeks and as his joy was flowing uncontrollably, he kissed the corner of her cheek.

Reynold's face immediately paled at the sight, he was so heartbroken!

When he saw it, he could only surrender. He then nodded and muttered, "Then, when I come next time, I'll let you know beforehand!"

Lilia just nodded and forced out a stiff smile.

Her man squinted at her, pressing his thin lips without making a sound.

Leonard was seen folding his legs and looked at Mellisa. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stefani's stupid and impatient expression. He pulled the corner of his mouth and asked, "Does your wound still hurt? You better go and lie down for a while."

After hearing these words, Axel immediately answered, "Oh, how awful my memory is! The Master has also told me that Miss Mellisa still has wounds on her body and cannot sit for a long time. Madame, we better go back to the front house and let the two of them rest first."

Stefani couldn't breathe well, but because of her identity, she still had to smile. "Alright then, we better let them rest again. Reynold, follow me!"

"Oh!" Reynold lowered his eyebrows and walked towards his mother while holding his school bag. Before he walked around the living room, he looked back at Lilia with a face full of admiration.

But Jean's cold face suddenly blocked his vision.

Terrified by the man's gaze, Reynold couldn't help but get goosebumps. Lilia Pangestu's husband was too scary!

Finally, Stefani and the others left their villa.

Lilia let out a sigh of relief, she rubbed her temples with her fingertips then turned her head to look at her older sister who was smiling at her. She couldn't help but sigh. "Why don't you say that this little uncle is so weird!"

Mellisa couldn't stop her smile, she tilted her head and teased her. "I never thought our little uncle would become such a huge fan of you!"

Lilia glanced at her, but she continued to rub her temples.

Seeing this, her husband put his folded legs down, got up slowly, and tugged at her wrist. His tone was very natural as he said, "Since you have a headache, hurry and go to sleep!"

Lilia was confused. "Huh?"

She didn't have a headache!

However, the heat in the man's palm was so hot that she ignored her own confused and shocked eyes. The two of them walked upstairs though Jean pulled Lilia by force a little.

Mellisa felt that they might not come down before family dinner.

She could even feel that something had gone wrong with Jean now. Lilia told her that the man hardly showed his affection before. But now that she saw him kiss her sister in front of everyone, Jean seemed to have changed.

Mellisa watched them go upstairs with a faint smile on her mouth.

Suddenly, she felt a warm, big palm landed on top of her head and c.a.r.e.s.sed her hair gently. As soon as she turned her head, she met Leonard's smiling face. The man then asked. "Envy?"

Mellisa's eyes lit up, and she pushed the man's hand over her head, and answered. "Not."

Leonard's lips smiled faintly, he lowered his face down and narrowed the distance between them. So close that even his breath brushed against the skin on Mellisa's forehead. "Don't be jealous, I can always do the same."

"Say what you want, I'll always make it happen!" He said with confidence.

Mellisa stared blankly at him and pretended not to understand, she then leaned back a little and dodged. "Nonsense!"

"Are you challenging me to do it? Or maybe you expect me to do it?" Leonard's large build continued to approach her, he raised his hand and rubbed Mellisa's chin, forcing her to face him. 

Since arriving in Surabaya, the two of them had lived under one roof and had been used to each other for a long time.

Bit they hadn't done what was supposed to happen.

The woman in front of him never gave him the slightest chance. Even Mellisa never said a word that showed her affection or love towards him.

Leonard could feel that Mellisa never weakened his guard when he was alone with her.

Mellisa was not an ordinary person. Whenever Leonard took the initiative to attack, Mellisa always wanted to run away but had nowhere to go.

But the saddest part was that Leonard felt that he could not find peace in this woman's heart.

He felt that Mellisa still kept a lot of secrets by herself. Even though their relationship was more than friends, she still carried all the burdens on her own shoulders.

This feeling made Leonard feel someone that Mellisa could throw away at any moment.

He desperately wanted Mellisa to acknowledge their relationship, but this woman always shut her mouth tight, like an irreversible cold river.

When she fled the place, Leonard chased her.

The living room was huge, and yet Mellisa still couldn't escape from Leonard's grip as the man approached her step by step.

Finally, she was cornered with her back against the wall. A man with a large body stood in front of her, blocking her escape route. She pursed her lips and glared at him. "Leonard, this is the Mayer family's house, don't do anything weird!"

It wouldn't matter if they were in a villa in Surabaya, but if this man dared to mess around in the Mayer family's house, she'd definitely scream for help!

Besides, Mellisa knew that she couldn't beat him

'It's dangerous, I'll let Grandpa clean this bastard!'

"You think I'm scared?" Leonard asked, raising his eyebrows. The next second, he leaned his face to her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Do you forget that when you got drunk, you attacked me wildly?"

Mellisa blushed and couldn't reply!

'Leonard, you shameless man!'

On the top floor, Jean brought Lilia to the bedroom. Arriving at the room, she could not escape from the man's grip, and received another passionate kiss.

She did not refuse because of her guilty conscience.

Reynold almost made a dangerous joke with them, but she had cleared up the mess.

Finally, her husband was no longer angry after Reynold apologized.

However, while they were busy pouring out their love, Jean's phone rang loudly in his pocket.

It kept vibrating as the ringing was thundering. It seemed something urgent was up.

The man turned and sat down, he took out his cell phone and looked at the screen. His breathing was heavy. When he picked up the phone, he heard Kenny's worried voice. 

"Mr. President, half an hour ago, an unannounced financial magazine wrote an article accusing the Widjaya family. They said that the financial statements the company announced had unclear accounts and was suspected of tax evasion!"

Tax evasion?!

Lilia could hear those last two words. She suddenly sat up on the bed with her legs bent and furrowed her brows anxiously.

This morning, someone leaked a news that she was suspected of an attempted murder towards Sara Hartanto. In the afternoon, a financial magazine attacked the Widjaya family.

Was this a coincidence?