My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

The next day, at five in the morning, Lilia sighed and slowly opened her eyes  in the dim and quiet master bedroom.

She gently pulled out her cell phone from under her pillow and looked at the clock that was still showing five past three.

There were still three hours left before going to Jakarta. She laid on her side, but a faint melancholy feeling rose in her eyes.

She didn't know if it was because of her worrying mind for not knowing what was going to happen, but it was clear that her comeback to Jakarta this time made her heart nervous.

She panicked a little and felt a little messy, like a flat boat bobbing in the sea unable to find a harbor.

She thought that maybe the peaceful days she was feeling right now were going on too long, so the slightest disturbance caused her to be anxious.

Lilia sighed again, she quietly turned around and stared fixedly at her husband's calm face under the dim light.

After a while, with a bit of emotion fluctuating in her heart, she sank herself into his embrace.

A sturdy arm followed her movements and pulled her into his arms.

Lilia raised her head in amazement. Jean didn't open his eyes, but he was clearly awake. "Am I bothering you?"

"No, why don't you sleep again?" The man said as he lowered his head and leaned forward, rubbing his thin lips against his wife's forehead.

Lilia found a comfortable position in his arms, and her voice softly turned hoarse because she was still awake. "I'm not sleepy anymore!"

She wanted to say that this wasn't what she wanted to say at first, but then she swallowed the confusion in her heart whole.

She didn't want him to worry, and she didn't want to sink too deep into depression herself.

When the words fell, she was against the man's chest, and her thin lips whispered angrily. "You have to sleep again, I will accompany you to sleep."

A man's heart was like a mirror, even if he didn't say anything, he could still pay attention to the depression Lilia showed.

He stroked her hair with one hand, warmly calming all kinds of emotions in his wife's heart, and said to comfort her, "The Mayer family is different from the Irwan family, so don't worry."

Lilia shook her head gently, pondered for a moment, and still didn't reveal her true thoughts. "I'm not worried about the Mayer family's attitude. Judging from the grandfather's strong presence, they are naturally happier than the Irwan family."

"I can't tell you exactly how I feel like this feeling of being stuck. I feel as if something is going to happen.But I don't know whether or not it's right to return to the Mayer family's house this time."

From the start, she never doubted her grandfather's intentions.

But sadly, on the night of his disappearance, there seemed to be some kind of omen and it was difficult for her to calm down.

The man listened to her whisper softly and couldn't help but tighten his arms. "Nothing will happen, I'm here for you."

Lilia didn't say a word, she just followed her husband's embrace which brought her closer to him.

...

At 7.30 in the morning, Lilia and the man were just sitting at the dining table for breakfast, but suddenly Leonard came uninvited.

He was seen dragging two suitcases with his hands, one large and one small, looking like a pair.

And behind him was Mellisa, walking with a sullen expression and mouth still swollen.

Lilia looked at them and looked at the clock in surprise. Shouldn't they leave at eight? Why had they come here so early?

Seeing the suspicions, Leonard calmly placed his suitcase at the door, and when he entered with Mellisa, he said nonchalantly,  "We came for breakfast."

Ten minutes later, the men had finished their meal. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then got up and went into the living room with boxes of cigarettes in their hands.

Lilia looked at their backs and turned to look at Mellisa who was slowly eating an omelette. Putting down the spoon, Lilia whispered across the table. "Brother-in-law is going to the capital with us?"

Mellisa choked on her milk!

After sipping a glass of water, Mellisa frowned and replied, "Don't call him brother-in-law, and don't change his name!"

"Then... future brother-in-law?" Lilia said jokingly.

Mellisa wrinkled her mouth and stopped speaking, but her heart writhed. It was like a cat's claw that kept scratching and the tingling feeling was similar to the one Leonard gave her.

...

In the living room, Jean and Leonard were standing by the window and smoking a cigarette. They stood facing the window, and the surrounding smoke drifted through the air.

At this time, Leonard exhaled his smoke while narrowing his eyes then looked at Jean and asked, "You too?"

"Yes." The man lit his cigarette, flicked the ashes, and explained, "There's no way I'll let her go alone, I can't rest easy here."

Leonard moved the corner of his mouth, then he turned around and said, "Leila has settled in Jakarta for a few days. Besides selling all her property, she also went to the Irwan family's house every day, but she never made it. It's strange. Do you know the details?"

"She might want to meet with Janice, it's not entirely strange. She also has frequent contact with Trisa in private."

Leonard furrowed his brows unexpectedly. "This woman is really looking to die."

At this time, the man said in a low and reminiscent voice, "The Irwan family will be there tomorrow and so will Trisa. You can get ready as quickly as possible. "

Leonard looked at him with a deep smile and asked instead, "How do you know what I want to do?"

Jean's deep eyes were fixed on his face through the smoke. "Not a hard thing to guess, Trisa must have been involved in Mellisa's accident that year. Can you remain silent when you find out that your partner is being bullied?"

Leonard was a little angry, but he did not argue.

Jean Widjaya seemed to understand the situation the most.

Based on their brief contact, this boy could tell him any information he needed or wanted to know at will.

Not only accurate, but also detailed.

Leonard was always curious about how he did it.

There was a network of private information in every major family, including many private detective agencies that served their families.

But he... couldn't find a lot of information about Jean, except general information. Almost all of it was deliberately erased and left no trace.

This man, if he made him an ally, he would definitely be the strongest ally.

But if he was an enemy, perhaps Leonard would continue to shiver in fear and worry about his life.

...

At half past nine, a group of four people boarded the high-speed train headed to Jakarta.

They were like ordinary lovers, sitting in a business class cabin, leaning back in their comfortable seats while looking out at the city view outside the window.

All kinds of scenery welcomed them, from the field of green to the yellow curve on the horizon.

Eight hours of trips passed in the blink of an eye when one came with their loved ones.

By five o'clock in the afternoon, they had just come out of the train station. Before they looked for the vehicle Grandpa Caleb sent to pick them up, Harold called Lilia.

Lilia walked beside the man and gently hooked her arms with his when they were on the way to the parking lot. She smiled sweetly when she answered the phone. "Sorry I forgot to tell you that I'm not in Surabaya."

On the phone, Harold's tone was extremely anxious, mixed with a rare panic. "Where are you?"

Lilia heard realized something was wrong with her tone, so she slowed down a little and spoke the truth. "I just arrived in Jakarta!"

"Dammit!" Harold cursed. "Why are you leaving now!"

"What's wrong?" Lilia asked, the smile on her face slowly fading away.

Harold slowed down and sneered. "Sara Hartanto was in a mysterious car accident. Now there are conspiracy theories on the Internet saying that you were the mastermind behind the accident."

WHAT?!