Wirata could not help to smile when she thought of how cute and charming he had become when they were at his mother's house. He tried to please her and acted romantically and was a gentleman in his own way.
"What are you smiling about?"
The harsh voice asked. Wirata was putting a tie on the collar of his white shirt for him before he was going to the office. These days he had to go to the office from Monday to Friday just like other office workers. Wirata looked up at his handsome face.
"Nothing." She replied, stopped smiling but her eyes showed happiness. She arranged the suit for him. He looked gorgeous as always. But she would not tell him that.
Stefan wrapped his arms around her waist loosely.
"I know you are laughing at me and complaining about me in your head."
The dashing voice said. Staring at her with his knowing eyes. He planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Yes. Why not?"
She pretended to accept the accuse.
