My Supermodel Wife

After hearing Chris's words, Lilia immediately said goodbye to Alfred before getting into Jean's car. Chris and Merry remained in the car driven by Clifford.

Alfred stood there, staring at the two cars driving away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Henry give him a meaningful glare.​​

"So the woman you are after turns out to be Jean Widjaya's lover?" Henry said with a mocking smile.

Alfred's expressionless face suddenly turned cold. He turned and walked towards his car. As he passed Henry, he said in a low voice, "If I were you, I would be careful with what I said."

Henry automatically stepped back, his face paled. This was the first time Alfred had given him such a blatant warning.

But Alfred ignored his third brother and got into the car.

*****

On the way home, Merry desperately racked her brain to find a way out of the difficult situation. She occasionally stole glances at the Volkswagen car in front of their car. Merry was so nervous that she could not sit still.

Her restlessness woke Chris, who was sleeping beside her. The man turned to Merry with a frown, "Can't you calm down a little? I can't sleep, you know!" Chris grumbled. 

"What are you so afraid of that you hide in the car and don't dare to show your face? Are you afraid that Jean will send you home to the Hiroshi Family?" Chris asked scathingly.

Merry frowned at Chris' scathing words. She was scared to death here, but the man didn't comfort her and scolded her instead. Didn't Chris feel sorry for her?!

Of course, Merry wouldn't dare to scold Chris like that. She tried to hide her frustration and said in a sweet voice, "Brother Chris, do you think Brother Jean saw me earlier? You're a good man, so can you tell me?"

Hearing that made up sweet voice, Chris shuddered. He flicked Merry's forehead and said, "Don't be cute in front of me. You just disgust me."

Merry immediately glared at the man. If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to do this either!

Chris crossed his legs and said lazily, "After all, Jean always goes blind whenever Lilia is around. His eyes can only see that woman, so how could he have realized that you were here?"

Merry's eyes widened. She always ran away whenever Jean appeared, so she didn't know about it. Merry wouldn't be so worried if she knew that Jean acted as if there were only the two of them in this world when he met Lilia.

Merry leaned toward Chris with bright eyes, "Then, Brother Chris will help me hide, right?" She asked. As long as that man was on her side, nothing could scare her! Except Jean, of course.

"You still want to keep hiding?" Chris raised an eyebrow. He studied Merry's innocent expression that was full of expectation and was tempted to tease her, "And you asked me to help you keep this a secret?"

Merry nodded excitedly. Unconsciously, her hand tightened the hem of Chris's shirt.

"Then, first tell me why you ran away from your study abroad and worked as Lilia's assistant!"

*****

As Merry and Chris made a scene in their car by arguing and negotiating with each other, the atmosphere in Lilia's car was very peaceful. Lilia leaned back into the car seat while letting her mind wander. One of Jean's hands gripped her hand tightly, giving Lilia a sense of security. Jean's stable driving style and calm car atmosphere actually made Lilia even more sleepy.

Jean glanced at the woman beside him, who looked like she was deep in thought, "What do you think of?" Jean asked, breaking the silence in the car.

In response, Lilia took her hand away from Jean's grasp with difficulty before taking the man's hand instead. Then Lilia put Jean's hand on the steering wheel, so that now Jean's hands were in their proper place.

"I just thought that driving with two hands would be much safer than driving with one hand." Lilia answered with a big grin.

Jean chuckled at her joke, "Don't you believe in my driving skills?"

"It's not like that. What I don't believe is the driving ability of those around you!" Lilia said while glancing at another car near them.

After Lilia said that, Jean returned to concentrating on driving.

Lilia stared at the man's reflection in the window pane. She never grew tired of observing Jean's handsome face which looked like it was chiseled from marble. When Jean glanced at her, Lilia hurriedly searched for a topic to distract the man from her subtle embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, I haven't thanked you for helping me earlier." Lilia spoke, "Thank you very much, Jean. Even though I actually have a plan to deal with the situation and your help is not really needed."

Lilia's voice that sounded dissatisfied made Jean chuckle.

"Well… but I'm still grateful that you came." Lilia said softly.

But Jean's sharp ears caught her words. He opened his mouth to reply, but Lilia was faster than him. The woman reached out and covered Jean's mouth.

"I knew you would ask me to do something to show my gratitude." Lilia said.

Jean nodded while stifling laughter. Lilia's fiancé had become increasingly adept at reading her thoughts.

"But!" Lilia continued, "You scared me too, don't play when you're speeding toward me at high speed earlier! I thought I was really going to get hit by a crash! So we're even, okay?"

Lilia didn't take her hand away from Jean's mouth until the man nodded his head.

"By the way, you should have known that I was on my way back to Surabaya." Lilia asked something that made her curious, "So why did you bother coming here?"

The car crash occurred around 10 pm. Lilia estimated that Jean had to leave before 6pm in order to meet her on the highway earlier. Lilia knew that Jean must have a lot of work to do, especially since he just came back from Milan.

Even so, that man was still willing to come all the way just to pick her up.

Jean didn't answer Lilia's question. The man just stroked Lilia's head with one hand while changing the topic, "Have you had dinner?"

For Lilia, Jean avoiding the topic was enough of an answer for her. She caught Jean's hand and lowered it from her head, "Not yet." Lilia replied briefly.

"You didn't like the food at the party?" Jean's hand rubbed the back of the woman's hand.

Lilia let Jean do as he pleased. She shook her head and replied, "I'm not hungry. I just want to get out of the party and go home."

Hearing that, Jean grabbed Lilia's hand and kissed the back of her hand, "Even if you're not hungry, you shouldn't leave your stomach empty for a long time. There's a cake in the back seat, eat it to prop your stomach."

Lilia immediately turned her gaze to the back seat. As Jean said, a box of cookies was perched on a chair. The cake box was heart shaped bought from Lilia's favorite cake shop. Her c.h.e.s.t tightened with all kinds of emotions as she imagined Jean walking into the shop filled with cute pink decorations just to buy her a cake.

"Did you buy it for me?" Lilia asked in a low voice.

When Lilia was about to come home, Jean drove all the way to pick her up. Worried that Lilia hadn't eaten yet, he bought her favorite cake. Jean never said directly that he loved Lilia, but his actions reflected his heart.

Lilia looked away, trying to hide her teary eyes from Jean. However the man immediately realized that something was wrong. He stole a glance at Lilia with a frown.

"Don't you like it?" Jean asked carefully.

Lilia tried to pull her hand from Jean to wipe away her tears, but the man held her hand tighter. Lilia took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She felt so emotional tonight, maybe because of the fight with Nora earlier. Coupled with the appearance of Jean when she was missing that man, the emotional dam in Lilia's heart seemed to be broken.

Lilia answered in a hoarse voice, "I really like it."

"Then why are you crying?" The frown on Jean's forehead deepened. He finally let go of Lilia's hand to pull over their car. Jean couldn't drive calmly when his fiancée cried like this.

"… When are we going to sign our marriage certificate?"

That one sentence was enough to make Jean's mind go blank. For a moment, their car almost rolled because Jean lost concentration. The man immediately pulled over his car and called Clifford.

Meanwhile, Chris, who was sitting in the middle seat, stared blankly at the black Volkswagen that was getting farther and farther away. He was very tempted to call his best friend and curse him.

'Does Jean know that they are still very far from Surabaya?! If that man didn't want to drive himself, why didn't he bring his assistant to drive him from the start?!'

But of course Chris didn't dare to do that. If Jean had decided on something, the only answer he could accept was 'Yes'.

Merry, who was still in the middle seat, peeked through the window. She saw Jean's car far ahead of them, "Brother Chris, why didn't you start driving? We fell behind!" Merry reminded the man.

Chris let out a deep breath, his expression completely irritated. He took off his party suit and threw it in the middle seat, "Merry, sit up front with me!" He ordered.

"No way. I can sleep more comfortably in the middle seat." Merry flatly refused his order.

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