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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

"in this world it is impossible never to be disappointed in others."


"Have you ever been disappointed in your mother?" 


"Definitely. Your mother is not an angel, nor is your husband an angel.."Lesmana quite understand, where the direction of speech Aruna "the family is like a body.. sometimes our stomach hurts because of careless entering food. Sometimes the head becomes dizzy, it can also be feet or hands that feel pain. Family is the same. It could be the head of the family who is the source of the problem or maybe from the wife, it could even be from the children who we honestly love very much" Lesmana glanced at her daughter.


"Nobody is perfect.."Aruna looked at dad's mini workshop containing tools, a collection of wood carvings that seemed to be realized as a carving chair. 


84. Expanding The Chest