My Supermodel Wife

Indra and Paul looked at each other, really not knowing how to deal with this situation.

Neither of them had the experience of comforting a little girl. Moreover Merry was panting and tears kept falling from her eyes.

Maybe because she was crying too loud, she was choking in the middle.

Paul rubbed the top of his shiny head, feeling helpless.

Indra forcibly put a few tissues into Merry's hands, then he turned to Paul and said, "Master, how… how is this?"

Paul said with a sullen face. "You asked me then who should I ask?"

At this time, Merry was still immersed in the dilemma and couldn't help herself.

She didn't even realize the helpless look on Paul and Indra's faces.

Merry was very scared.

Suddenly realizing that she might have the kind of love between a man and a woman for Chris, she was unable to accept it, and at the same time, she was afraid of the consequences once her feelings was revealed.

It turned out that she really liked Chris!

But no! Do not let anyone know!

It turns out that the figure she kept thinking about day and night is Chris Hartanto.

Her dependence and attachment towards him was solely because of his pampering!

Throughout her twenty-two years in life, Chris' shadow had been etched deeply in her heart that she fell into a well called love.

While she was crying, her heart became so fragile! This kind of love isn't morally right, and she doesn't even know how to deal with it.

She was even more afraid that when Chris didn't feel the same way as her, he would drift away from her, and their relationship would grow cold, and different.

While Paul and Indra were confused, a bodyguard walked in from outside the courtyard and reported nervously. "Master, young master Chris is here!"

When the voice fell, another bodyguard hurriedly came over. "Master, the fourth young master of the Widjaya family is also here!"

Paul glanced at Merry who was crying while wiping her nose with a tissue, and waved his hand in annoyance. "Let them in!"

What is this called?!

How many words did he say? What made the little girl cry like this?

What was it that made her cry?

At this moment, outside the door of the Hartanto family's house, Chris slammed the car's door loudly. Before entering the courtyard, he heard footsteps coming from behind him.

He stood still and looked to the side, his eyes stunned. "Jean? Why are you here?"

Since this house was quite far from the city center, Jean had rarely set foot here in years.

Currently, Clifford was walking behind Jean.

Before the man could speak, Clifford stepped forward and apologized to explain what had happened in the afternoon.

In the end, his throat rolled over a little, and he added, "Sorry, young master Chris, I couldn't protect Miss Merry!"

Merry was taken away by the Hartanto family's elder and he didn't have the strength to fight him!

Hearing the voice, Chris frowned and patted him on the shoulder. "This has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself! The bodyguards around my father always act rashly, did they hurt you?"

In the face of big trouble, Chris is always calm.

Clifford is Jean's bodyguard. If he gets hurt because of his father, he will also be in trouble and must return this account to Jean.

A confrontation between father and son should not involve others.

Clifford looks down and shakes his head. "I'm fine."

Chris looked at him deeply, then patted him on the shoulder to calm him down.

Immediately, Jean lifted his head towards the courtyard. "Come in and let's see."

Since Clifford was present at the time of the incident, he was also responsible for ensuring the little girl's safety.

Merry is the youngest generation among the big families in this city, and Samuel holds her dear in his heart. If something happened to her, the relationship between the big families in Surabaya would definitely be messed up!

Not long after, Chris and Jean came to the backyard side by side.

As they drew near, Merry's cry suddenly exploded in his ears.

Chris' heart is really messed up!

Regardless of his current posture, he walked briskly on his long legs, and in an instant he arrived at the door.

Under the dim light, Chris clearly saw the little girl sitting in front of the stone table with her back to him, her shoulders shaking.

Chris' gaze shifted to Paul, and his sullen face was filled with anger.

"What do you want? Can't you speak directly in front of me? You took her away forcibly and made her cry, are you satisfied now?"

Chris's veins nearly popped out as he shouted loudly at his father.

If it wasn't for him being his father, he really wanted to kill him right now.

He had been separated from Merry for so long, so when he saw her cry, of course he would not be able to stay still. 

Chris' heart seemed to be tightly gripped, even his breath was gasping for air from the pain.

At this time, Paul had not spoken. Merry heard Chris' voice, and her body trembled sharply while still whimpering. She stood up. "Brother Chris…"

She felt uncomfortable!

There was no way to explain her feelings.

It was just that when Chris appeared, she seemed to have found a light and ran in front of the man in tears.

Merry came with reddened face, cheeks completely soaked in tears. And Chris didn't know how long this girl had been crying.

Her clear and beautiful face became messy because of the tears.

Chris stepped forward and held her straight in his arms, holding her with one hand, and caressing her little head with the other.

Merry buried herself in Chris' arms and couldn't stop her tears as soon as she approached him.

Her good brother… She couldn't stand being separated from him.

So... if she really likes him, never telling him the truth might be the right choice!

At this time, Paul was speechless!

Seconds later, Jean and Clifford entered the backyard.

He walked past Chris and Merry's side leisurely. When he came to Paul, he nodded slightly. "Uncle."

Paul raised his head to look at Jean, and said inexplicably, "Jean even bothered to come here, did you come to reminisce?"

Jean looked at him with the same expression. "I'm not here to tell old stories. Uncle has finally returned after living in the mountain for so many years, and your heart should be clean and spared from worldly matters."

"However, Merry is still young and impulsive in doing things. If she made a trouble today, I apologize on her behalf."

It turned out that Jean was also here for Merry.

This little girl… He didn't expect so many people to look after her!

At this moment, Clifford was standing behind everyone. His dark eyes watched Merry hug Chris tightly as the girl wept.

Merry continued to grip Chris' waist tightly with her two small hands, and buried her head in his arms, her cries sounding weak and helpless.

But in such occasions, Clifford knew that he had no right to step forward to comfort her.

He thought, the little girl might not need him at all.

As long as Chris was there for her, he could only tell his heart to let go of his pointless dream.

On the other hand, after Jean's words were heard, Paul's calm returned, and his tone dropped slightly. "I called her just because I wanted to see her. Why are you treating me like a bad person?"

At the end of his words, Chris' calm face gave off some very harsh words. 

"If you just want to meet her, why is she crying like this?!"