Beautiful Lecturer Belongs to the President
Chapter 111

...Kenneth Pov's...

Nearly an hour's drive, he finally made it to the apartment. To be honest, there are feelings of fear, anxiety, and worry, which have since disturbed the heart. However, I don't care, no matter how angry he is, I will definitely give a satisfactory answer. Including admitting my depraved deeds four years ago.

I opened the apartment door in a hurry. But upon entering, all the rooms were dark, and also quiet.

"Kia, honey," call me. 

Wonderful, of course. I'm sure I've been telling her to come home since her class ended. If he goes out, he'll have to send a message first. So, where are they?

I turned on the light in the living room, and ….

"Oh, ****!" I was shocked to see Kia sitting on the sofa blankly.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" many approached him.

I heard him sigh long enough, before finally giving me a question that I had difficulty answering.

"What's your goal?"

Along the way, I've been stringing up words of pearl in response to questions he might ask. However, the first thing he asked made me pause for a while.

"Kia, honey," I called out to persuade her while holding her hand, but was pushed aside.

As a man who is already a husband. I chose to sit at his feet. After all, this was also my fault for deceiving him. 

"Listen, my goal in marrying you is just to live happily with you, and Jenny, too" I obviously looked into her eyes, even though she wasn't looking at me.

"I'm sorry, I tricked you from the start. Especially my identity. I'm in trouble, some councils are demanding that their presidential candidates have a bachelor's degree. So, I walked into the campus with the identity of the student." 

"Do you know the direction of my conversation?" tanyanya brief.

"No, I just wanted to talk about everything from the beginning. Give you an explanation so you know before you ask."

I looked at her face that looked as if she was crying. I don't know, what a big blow I just laid for him. This was all wrong, it was wrong from the beginning, and I regret my lies.

In the end, I started to tell them everything.

Born in a wealthy family, also the successor of a large and prominent company. Including a curse for me. Since childhood must be required to be an intelligent man, able to face all the problems given by the teacher. Able to apply business science, trade, and buying, at the age of a dozen.

Play time is limited, study time is quite long, all lessons, courses, even ethics at party banquets. And the sickening thing is an arranged marriage. 

"Kia, I've liked you, since the beginning, since we first met four years ago."

"Four years ago?" 

In the end, my story got to the toughest point of her life. The night she was forcefully stained by me, to conceive and give birth to Jenny alone.

At this point, my heart is fragile. It's more fragile than telling my stressful little story. But I still have to explain everything.

"That little town .. Kingstone hotel room number 5096."

Kia's eyes were fully rounded and immediately stood up from her seat. He gripped the hair above the ear with both hands, while walking back and forth.

"No, no way. It's definitely not you!" he mumbled as if he could not believe it.

I immediately stood up, trying to calm him down by holding both shoulders. 

"Kia, sorry. I did something bad to you that night. I'm sorry, I got you and Jenny through some tough days."

His two hands pushed my body rapidly, taking several steps back. 

"So, you married me because of Jenny? You approached me because of that night?" 

I'm running out of excuses. Some of her words were true, all because of Jenny, because of the kid. However, I had been fascinated with him since that night.

Then, how do I explain it?

Instead of explaining, I prefer to calm her down who was already shaken. I pulled his hand and immediately kissed the small thick lips. Then barged in without knocking on the door. Although a few times my body was pushed out with a push.

According to the dictionary of households, the most effective way to calm the wife is to give her a kiss, kiss and dip. So, I should try to be more patient when he refuses.

Sure enough, he slowly started to melt and stopped pushing me. Now, only light blows are thrown to the chest, as well as a soft bite on the lips.

Satisfied with the overflow of his frustration, he began to lean his forehead on my left chest while sobbing. As well, the hand that still continues to lightly hit the right chest.

"You think Jenny's your son? He's not your son, Ken. He's not your son!"

The statement in the middle of his sobs, made my lips shrink. Even my two legs are lethargic. 

Jenny, isn't my son?

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