Chapter 145 - Fiancee (3) (1/2)

Stefan and Wirata walked to Summer's room. The dog popped his head up from the soft blanket that he was sleeping on.

”Ruff!”

He greeted them. Stefan picked him up. Summer looked drowsy but he licked Stefan's chin to tell him that he was glad to see them back.

”We are back now, my boy. ”

The gentle voice said to the little dog as though it understand his words. Summer used his paws to rub his eyes. Wirata smiled at the cute puppy.

”Let him sleep, Stefan. If he could speak, he probably would have sworn at you already. Nobody likes anyone to wake him up in the middle of his sweet dreams like this.”

She said with a smile, felt softened toward both the man and the dog.

”He only eats and sleeps nowadays. Fat as a pig, not a dog anymore.”

Stefan mumbled and put Summer back on his mattress. The puppy was too sleepy to bother he then tucked his head in the blanket and closed his eyes again.

Stefan wrapped his arm around Wirata's shoulders and walked into his bedroom. They took a shower together as the man hurt his hands so Wirata had to help him.

That night, he cuddled her tight. He wanted to make love to her as his heart wished to but his hands did not agree with him also she did not let him mess about. So he had to surrender to all the reasons and only snuggled his face on her nape while they slept in spoon position.

The next day came.

Wirata had a serious talk with Stefan. She asked him to let her work at the hotel. She felt so useless and wasted to stay doing nothing like this. Every day there was almost nothing to do. At least working at the hotel was considered to be helpful and made her feel that she was not too worthless.

”Why? You don't have to work. I can take care of you. Just looked after the penthouse if you want to work.”

He refused. The man did not understand that she needed to feel self-worth to be with him. She was well-educated and capable to work. It was not about money but it was about to be useful.

At first, Stefan disagreed. He wanted to come back home and found her waiting. But Wirata said that working in the hotel was like home. She was still here, in the same building. Only riding the elevator up and down.

”I can help you to do something, please let me. The office is only downstairs. At the moment I can't help but feel as if I am only a piece of furniture in your life.”

He made a frowned face when listening to her words. The strong hands pulled her to cuddle tightly on the couch.

”I don't want you to feel anything like that. I love you and I don't want you to work hard.”

Stefan was thinking in case she's pregnant. He did not want her to lift anything.

”Working in the office is not hard work. I can do the job I used to do at the company if you remember.”

Wirata said and kissed on his cheek. She had learned now that when Stefan Mackenzie loved a woman, he would do everything to protect and keep her under his wings.

Stefan sighed. He knew why she wanted to work. It was because she had got a great mind, nothing else. Even he did not like the idea but Stefan eventually nodded.

”Alright. I will let you try for a few days and see how it goes. If I feel that we lose the time we should spend together. You will have to stop, okay?”

He made a condition for her. Wirata nodded and smiled. She would just agree with whatever he wanted for now so he would let her work.

Stefan called the manager who was responsible for everything in the Grand MC hotel and told him about the situation.

The following day. In the morning before Stefan going to his office, he took Wirata down to the general manager's office.

”Uncle Chase, this is Wirata, my girlfriend. Wirata, this is Chase Ronald. He is the boss here.”

Stefan introduced Wirata to a tall gentleman in a dark suit who looked at Wirata with his quiet eyes. He stood up when seeing Stefan and Wirata walked into his big office.

It was the first time for Wirata to come to this floor. She believed Stefan came here often as it was his hotel even he had to go to work at the company on another street not far from here.

Wirata was a bit nervous at first when the man did not smile back. He was in his fifties, looked healthy and in the well-built body with short grey hair.

”Hello.”

He greeted and offered his hand to her. Wirata touched and shook hands with him politely.