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"Uncle Jian, do you still love my Mom?" asked Jean with teary eyes.

"Do I have to answer your question, Jean?" Jian stared with a heavy heart, his heart really didn't want to hurt Jeany, the daughter of the woman he loved until this moment, Nadine.

"Thank you, you don't need to answer ... I already know the answer. All right Uncle take care ... we will meet in three years." said Jean with a smile turning her body around with a tear in the corner of her eye.

Jeany walked into the airport lobby and went to New York to continue her studies in modeling and photography, leaving behind all the sweet memories of being with Jian. A male friend of her mother who Jeany just realized that he loved her.

Jeany ... 21 years old, the beautiful daughter of Ardham and Nadine, had to leave the city in order to forget her feelings for Jian, a friend of her parents whom Jeany thought was uncle.

Jian ... 35 years old, a handsome and cold man who once loved Nadine his best friend, has fallen in love with Nadine's daughter Jean but doesn't admit his feelings.

Will Jeany's love be repaid? while Jian's love is still on her mother?

How does Nadine react when she finds out that her daughter loves her best friend Jian from such a distance?

HE's COLD MAN, MY LOVE HUSBAND

"I don't know uncle, I didn't see Annara either." Jian replied while looking at one of the maids whose attitude was very suspicious.

"Alright Ji, I'm going to Ardham for a bit." Abay said leaving Jian sitting alone.

While looking at the suspicious waiter Jian finished his drink, and was slightly surprised when a delicate hand closed his eyes.

"Hmm, who is it?" Jian asked pretending not to know who was working on him.

"I'm sure this delicate hand, a beautiful woman, is not like my wife's hand which is very rough like a scar." Jian said again who couldn't last long, because the hand turned to cover his mouth.

"Is that so? The wife's hand is said to be rough like a scar." Jean said while pinching Jian's stomach with exasperation.

Jian laughed in pain as Jean's delicate hand pinched him spoiled.

"Sorry Jean, your hands are smooth like silk." Jian said while holding Jean's hand so as not to pinch it again.

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