Genius Twins Belonged to Galak Ceo
She's still my wife!

Nervously, Azalea closed the door again. Then he approached Alan. His hand squeezed the side of his shirt, channeling the nervousness that assaulted him.

"What's wrong?" Alan asked while leaning his body on his great chair.

"Mas, kids want pudding. I got permission to go out to buy the ingredients, okay?" Azalea Permit.

Alan's forehead shriveled, he stared fixedly at Azalea's agitated eyes.

"Begging the maid to buy it, you're in the mansion." Rejected Alan, Azalea did not give up. He gave me an excuse again.

"There are ingredients that I forgot his name, let me just. Just for a moment" Azalea said with a sigh.

Alan sighed softly, he looked back at his laptop. There is still a lot of work and he has to finish this afternoon. He wanted to follow Azalea, but his work made him have to settle down here.

"Alright, have the bodyguard accompany you," Alan said.

"That's okay! Just a minute, not far away anyway." Azalea's exclamation raised Alan's suspicions.

Alan's eyes narrowed, he felt that the purpose of Azalea was not just to buy pudding ingredients.

"All right." Alan Sahut.

Azalea's smile expanded, not expecting to get permission from the man was very young. If you used to be pregnant with twins, do not go out for shopping. Just being in front of the mansion gate was not allowed.

"Thank you!" Azalea cried and hurried to turn around.

Just two steps he was walking, suddenly Alan came back to call him. Azalea's smile faded, she thought if Alan canceled his permission.

"Wait!"

Judging by guesswork, Will thrust a black card at him. Instantly, Azalea's forehead shriveled in confusion.

"Wear this, as long as you're in my house. You've been my responsibility, let alone buying something for my two sons." Bright Alan.

Azalea rounded her mouth, coincidentally her money was also thinning. So, without a second thought Azalea took the card.

"His pin?" Ask Azalea.

Alan was silent for a moment, "Ehm .. the twins' birthdays." Alan answered and refocused on his laptop.

With a faint smile, Azalea walked out of her husband's room.

Cklek!

Alan's countenance turned cold after Azalea closed the door. His hand immediately grabbed his phone to contact one of his bodyguards.

"Hello sir?"

"Follow my wife, soon she'll be gone. Don't let you get caught, okay?" Decree Alan.

"Your wife ... Miss Azalea?"

"Yes, after he passed in front of you. Follow him immediately!"

"Good!"

Tutta!!

Alan disconnects the phone, then puts the phone back where he picked it up. His hands typed one of his laptop keyboards until all the CCTV footage of his mansion appeared

Alan could see Azalea walking towards the gate of the mansion, the woman seemed to be busy calling someone. Before long, a taxi arrived. Azalea went straight up. Without the woman knowing, if the taxi is followed by a motor sport driven by one of Alan's bodyguards.

"Wherever you go, you will never escape my Azalea's watch. You're the one who asked to stay, don't expect me to release you so easily. Especially if you meet that guy." Alan muttered with great emphasis.

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After entering the Resto, Azalea called someone as her eyes monitored the surroundings. Looking for the person he will meet.

Not even his phone was answered, Azalea's eyes caught the figure he wanted to meet. Without any further ado, Azalea approached the man.

"Mrs Diandra?"

Diandra turned her head, she looked at Azalea with a faint smile. "Please sit down." Decree Diandra.

Azalea complied, she sat before Diandra. Actually, Azalea admired Diandra's beauty. The woman still looks beautiful even at the age of 50 years.

"To the point, why did you reject my son? What's the less of him? In fact, she has no problem with your sorry status. .a widow and also, even accepting your son. He rejected many women who had never been married, just for the sake of widows like you. Don't you have to be grateful for that?"

Degh!!

Azalea's countenance turned startled, she never thought that Reagan would be this quick to say about his true status. And now, the look on Reagan's mother's face looks angry. The last time when they met, Diandra said very gently to her. In fact, the woman treated her like her own daughter.

"Mrs, forgive me. From the beginning, I told Reagan that I refused. However, Reagan kept coming close to me. I am very grateful for Reagan's sincere intentions, but the heart cannot be forced" Azalea said.

"What's my son's lack that you turned him down?" Diandra asked as she folded her hands in front of the d4da.

Azalea smiled faintly, "No, Reagan is too perfect. He's a nice and loving man. In fact, I felt I couldn't deserve to be with her." Azalea.

"Then why would you give him a chance if you knew you would turn him down? Who do you know, why do you give my son hope?" Seru Diandra as he moved from his seat. His eyes reddened withstanding tears, he was disappointed with Azalea who was toying with his son's feelings.

Azalea stood up, and she was guilty. However, the condition required him to do so.

"Mrs, if you are separated from your child. How do you feel?" Azalea asked with a complicated look.

"What do you mean?" Said Diandra with a sharp look at Azalea.

Azalea sighed softly, she lowered her head for a while before lifting her face again. His eyes stared right at Diandra's eyes.

"If I accept Reagan, I will never see my son again. Just like the madam, the madam stood before me. To fight for your son's happiness, so do I. No matter how hard people accuse me, I prefer to keep my son."

"Then stay away from my son!! Widows like you don't deserve to be with my son!!"

"WHO SAID SHE WAS A WIDOW?!"

Degh!!

Diandra and Azalea turned to the side, and Azalea's eyes were round when she saw who was approaching them.

"Mas Alan." Azalea.

Yeah, looks like Alan's walking over. The three bodyguards followed him from behind. The man's aura was extremely cold, his gaze was extremely sharp as well. With one hand he put in his pants pocket, making a cool impression on the man.

Alan stopped his steps right near Diandra, he looked at the middle-aged woman coldly.

"Sorry Madam, your words are humbling to my wife. Doesn't a woman have the right to refuse?"

"Wife?" Diandra's gaze turned to Azalea pepper, thinking that Azalea was returning to her husband.

"Oh, even you guys have referenced. That's grand! My son fought to get his heart, you guys got married again. Is my son wrong with you guys huh?!" Sent Diandra with an emotional gaze.

Alan raised one eyebrow, "Back married? Even we haven't divorced madam."

"What?!"

Alan's words, suddenly made Diandra surprised. Not only him, even Azalea instantly went limp.