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Aruna, the beloved wife of Mr. CEO – Mahendra Hadyan Wenceslas, has repeatedly received death threats. the Mistress is pregnant, the threat scares Mr. CEO every time

“Where is Aruna?” She was not where he last time left her. 

Mahendra and Susi searched for all the possible places as far as their views could reach. "Don't make me crazy, Aruna! WHERE ARE YOU?!!"

Seeing her master yell, "Master, let me get other guards," She dropped her umbrella and brushed off to the main house for help.

“ARUNA…!” Mahendra screamed and threw his eyes to the farthest he could reach, “NO JOKING PLEASE!!” he ran off here and there, panicked.

"Damn it!" there were other foot traces, not his nor hers. No other people walked into this area unless Aruna and himself were bare feet. Shoe foot traces, male shoes as the size and shape were typical male ones.

"Whoever could find my wife will get the best car!" Hendra shouted in great fear and panic, running wildly to follow his feet. The group of aides was running faster, scattering everywhere, and some were going into the water, in case their valuable Miss was drowned. 

Let’s follow Aruna and Mahendra's struggle to maintain their love story in [Mr CEO’s Pregnant Wife]

Mr CEO’s Pregnant Wife

The blue-eyed young man waved his hand, smiled cheerfully, then told the receiver of the call who was on the other end. That girl doesn't have to cry anymore. 


He has already avenged the pain he has been complaining about. The pain he felt was in his chest. Then the young man showed the results of the party. Still smiling and proud, that he was finally able to take advantage of the heavy training he had been through. 


Surprisingly, the phone on the other end fell, then died. Can't get in touch.


The blue-eyed young man frowned. Then ignore the communication through cellphones that are not comfortable. He preferred to look at the motionless body in front of him. 


He didn't care that the face that was presented before him, had changed completely. Blue bruises and other small lacerations were everywhere, or the white shirt that wrapped the sleeper before him, had been smeared with sticky, dense, bright, contrasting patches of red. 


71. Misty Face