Unexpected Love: Mr CEO wild baby

Paris Charles de Gaulle airport

After nearly 13 hours of air trip, the private jet carrying Keyra and Aaron arrived at an international airport in Paris. They immediately prepared to get off the plane with several suitcases that already contained the items that had been prepared since yesterday.

Keyra entered the room to take her book which she had left on the couch. She walked to the couch and found the book had been torn into several pieces.

"Oh my God, all of my design drawings are in this book. And now it's torn up leaving none of the pictures intact." Keyra picked up the pieces of paper on the floor with teary eyes. Yes, of course, she was very sad because she had used the book for a long time as a place to draw the design of the clothes she was going to design.

After picking up the pieces of paper, Keyra glanced at Aaron who was sleeping on the bed very soundly. She immediately stood up and approached her husband, then threw him with many pieces of paper.

"Why do you rip off my book? Aren't you satisfied that you hurt me constantly?" Keyra glared at Aaron. The memory of the time the man promised to always support her in achieving her dreams, flashed back to her mind. Let alone support, now he has dared to tear the important book that she will use to achieve that dream.

"What the hell!" Aaron immediately woke up and removed the torn pieces of paper that were scattered across his chest and face. He immediately sat up and looked at Keyra sharply.

"You've already torn up a very important book to me? What's more, what else are you going to do after this?" Keyra looked annoyed at Aaron until she burst into tears. She immediately left her husband and was about to leave the room.

Seeing Keyra about to come out in tears, Aaron immediately got out of bed and chased her to the door, then grabbed her hand. "YOU CAN'T GO OUT CRYING!"

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"WHY? ARE YOU Afraid EVERYONE WILL SEE MY DISAPPOINTMENT TO BE YOUR WIFE?" asked Keyra with a snap.

Aaron couldn't answer, because what he was really afraid of was losing Keyra. The man immediately dragged his wife to the bed and sat her there.

"Shut up. You can only come out after you stop crying!" cried Aaron with his cold gaze,

Keyra was still sobbing as she looked down at the torn piece of paper. She remembered, there were lots of drawings of her designs that she had made for a whole month, but all of them were gone and she had to work hard to rely on her memory to draw them again.

Knock... knock... knock!

There was a knock on the door. Aaron immediately got out of bed and walked to the door, then opened it.

"What happened?"

"You and Mrs. Keyra are asked to get out immediately now because the plane will be closing soon. The crew will rest together," explained a handsome flight attendant wearing a black skirt and batik shirt, tying his hair very neatly and there was an identity card hanging from a rope around his neck.

"Okay, we'll be out in five minutes," Aaron said flatly then turned back into the room. He approached Keyra who was still sobbing.

"Shut up, we have to get out soon because the plane is closing," Aaron shouted.

Keyra took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself. She quickly wiped her tears with her palms, then stood up.

"Come on," she shouted and then walked out of the room.

Aaron immediately followed Keyra and took her hand. "Let them not suspect."

Keyra only responded by rolling her eyes. She wanted to scream and say that her husband was just a liar playing a role under his grandfather's orders. But again the image of her guilt having had sex before marriage made her afraid and didn't want to tell the truth. She didn't want Aaron to spread the disgrace and embarrass her parents.

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Jakarta 09:10 pm

Jasmine is relaxing on the balcony in front of her room, gazing at the star-studded sky. The night wind greeted her, making her long hair fly. she liked the atmosphere, it made her body, which had been uncomfortable due to being pregnant at a young age, again feel cool and calm.

"Where's Mommy, huh? Has she returned to the old house? I also have to apologize because even though she doesn't love me, she has done a lot of good for raising me. Though, she could have dumped me or even sold me. I'm sure she still has a conscience." Jasmine monologued to herself as she felt the light breeze against the light white robe that matched the pink knee-length dress with the chest slightly exposed.

"Honey," called Keenan.

Jasmine immediately turned around and saw Keenan who came with two glasses of drinks and bread on a tray. The husband walked over to the table and put the tray there. The woman immediately approached her husband who smiled at her.

"Special milk for you." Keenan glanced at one glass filled with milk with a special Caramel flavor for Jasmine and the other a glass filled with hot chocolate for himself.

"I'm still full, why make milk for m?" Jasmine asked then leaned back against the balcony railing and leaned against it.

Keenan sighed looking at Jasmine who was still lazy to eat or drink. He approached his wife and hugged her from behind.

"Honey, do you love me?" asked Keenan.

"Of course," said Jasmine. "Why suddenly ask that? Don't you believe me?"

"If you love, you should also love our baby in your tummy." Keenan reached out his hand to touch Jasmine's still flat belly.

"I love our baby, you don't make any accusations!" Jasmine turned around and groaned at Keenan. Ughh, she gets emotional easily.

"If you love, you must eat. or at least fill your stomach with food little by little so that our baby grows healthily," explained Keenan with a pleading look.

"But I don't want to eat bread or drink milk," said Jasmine.

"Then?"

"I thought it was food that could invite my appetite." Jasmine walked to the chair and sat there. She glanced at the toast with strawberry jam that Keenan had prepared for her.

Keenan approached Jasmine and sat down beside her.

"I'll just eat this, it looks delicious," said Jasmine.

"Really? don't want me to buy some food outside?" Keenan looked at Jasmine in surprise.

"Yeah, but I'll drink the hot chocolate because I don't like Carmel flavored milk," Jasmine exclaimed casually, then took a glass of hot chocolate and drank it little by little.

"I'll make more hot chocolate then," said Keenan as he got up from the chair.

"Noooo!" cried Jasmine.

"Why? There's no way I can drink special milk for that pregnant woman." Keenan frowned as he looked at Jasmine in surprise.

"But I want you to drink it..instead of throwing it away, honey," said Jasmine.

"But ..."

"Come on, drinking pregnant women's milk won't make you pregnant. Don't worry," said Jasmine, pulling Keenan back into his seat.

Keenan was forced to drink the milk. He did not expect, the graceful and innocent Jasmine could act strange and eccentric when pregnant. If only he knew, when his mother was pregnant with him and Keyra, his father always drank special milk for pregnant women.

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