All Chapters of Our Agreement: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Tatius was laying down on the bed as soon as he managed to force himself to eat Cecilia's dinner. If he compared the taste of Cecilia's cooking to Alan's, he had to admit with a heavy heart that Alan's food was many times better than Cecilia's, which tended to be bland when the food met his tongue. Even though he knew that with the same ingredients (he had a quick peek and then when she borrowed Aura's kitchen to cook), Alan could turn all of the ingredients in Aura’s kitchen into a much tastier meal. He did not know what kind of spices Cecilia put in the food. All he knew was everything Cecilia told him, who repeatedly bragged about her skills to make sure that the food she made was following exactly as the diet menu as recommended by the doctor.   There was only one thing he could comment on Cecilia's cooking just now: he did not want to get a second chance to eat that awful dish. Eve

The atmosphere in the living room felt much more awkward than the usual day. She took a sip of a cup of Keith's still steaming cappuccino carefully so her tongue would not burn from the hot temperature, while her gaze fell on the Smart TV screen in the living room showing a chart of stock movements this morning. After her conversation with Derek ended with unpleasant information, also with Aura who asked her to wait for Keith in her apartment instead of staying at her husband’s cafe after she was persuaded by Patricia made her realize that she could not continue her activities as usual. With increasingly dangerous threats from her paternal grandfather as well as Uncle Hermann, she was in a tight spot. Not to mention the fact that her car was still in the process of being repaired at a car repair shop, who happened to be owned by one of the old acquaintance of Keith (who she firmly believed that the mechanics at the repair shop were having a hard time

Judging from her husband's expression when he was taking the call was telling her everything that was bad news. "I said, wait for me!" Now, she jumped in surprise when she found her husband yelling at someone in the phone. For the first time she looked at Keith's face, who usually shows his innocence and cute expression whenever he was with her, turned into a full of anger when he was yelling at someone. "You know what? I will be ready to go there in a matter of minutes." After saying that, Keith hang up the call with a long sighed, muttering something in Italian that she did not understand the meaning. All she could tell was, Keith was super frustrated after taking the call. "Marie?"

As per the self-proclaimed grandfather of Keith's maternal side, he discovered the presence of a blue-black luxury car which immediately caught her attention only by its conspicuous presence exactly two hours later. With a heavy heart, she had to admit that the car that was parked neatly in front of his mansion's courtyard was much nicer, much prettier, and far more attractive than her Volkswagen XL1 which was still under repair due to an attack from her paternal grandfather's family a few days ago.Carefully, she descended the steps in the front yard of her mansion, making sure that she wouldn't be tripped over by the red five-centimetre heels she was wearing, with a black midi dress with long sleeves with brocade accents on the top, showing some skin. A man in black got out of the car, wearing a formal driver's suit with white gloves and a hat, greeting him in a respectful manner that made him feel a little awkward about it."With Mrs Rosemarie Gilbert?"His brows furrowe

As soon as the elevator doors opened, she breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the opportunity that he had managed to escape the group of chubby middle-aged women who had been torturing her. He hastily stepped out of the elevator room while silently bidding farewell to the two people who still had to endure being near the three women just now.She then looked at her own reflection from the escalator door that had moved to the next floor and found that her appearance was a little messy. It seemed she had to visit the toilet before meeting the person who was most likely her husband's maternal grandfather.Half complaining, she intercepted one of the hotel employees who walked down the hotel corridor in a dim atmosphere that created a feeling of comfort inside her."Excuse me. Could you show me where the toilet is?"Apparently, the hotel staff she intercepted could only speak American Sign Language, so she quickly changed her way of asking, this time asking the hotel s