All Chapters of The Pervert Desire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Did you hear what I just said?" I turned off the phone line from Maureen's fiancé, just as Grandpa was still listening near the bed I was occupying. He'd be lying if he said he didn't listen to the conversation I had on the loudspeaker. Grandpa had said he was on a business trip to check on me. In his wheelchair, the powerless old man still pretended to be able to command. "Sooner or later, Maureen must be married off.""Grandpa...?" It was obvious that Maureen would not want to be in a relationship called marriage. I had been rejected many times even though we had slept together many times."Maureen's victims won't die either. Clean it up as soon as possible. Don't let it affect the company!" Sounding commanding, Grandpa turned his wheelchair around and was pushed by the accompanying bodyguard.It was always like this. Grandpa chose to cover up the case Maureen created rather than educate her properly. Just let Maureen solve her own problems, let her learn that every action must ha

Damn Darren! How could he make me have to talk to Maureen's parents directly because of an accident and end up with pregnancy issues?"Talk to them." Darren placed his cell phone that was still connected to Aunt Aya's name in front of me, right next to the coffee cup saucer. "Take your time."Even a facial and hair scrubbing wouldn't show how frustrated I was with the other person over a voice call like this. However, the vibrations heard from the intonation must have been very noticeable.Asshole! That bastard laughed at me after taking a seat at another table.I cleared my throat first before greeting, "Good afternoon from Boston, Mama Aya."It was a request from Maureen's mama to also refer to her as such after the engagement announcement despite occasionally slipping up and calling her aunty. I thought maybe it was because she was quite concerned about me not having parents."It's still early in the morning here," I replied. There were a few yawns and faint arguments from the call

"It hurts!" I winced, screaming from the pain at the corner of my lips that was the target of Maureen's compress.Coming home with a few bruises shouldn't have been a problem. I could have taken care of it myself if Maureen had come home later.Turns out she was waiting for me to come home in the front room with a full set of first aid kits. Her lips pouted forward, eager to be kissed if only her pull didn't force me to sit down."I'm still good at medicine. I just raised my body. You still say you're sick." It's rare to hear her ramble on like this. Could Maureen be worried?It's usually not that easy for her to drop her feelings for me.I paid attention to every detail of her movements even though the annoyance on Maureen's face was obvious. "You don't want to ask?""Is there anything to ask?" The firmness in her previous intonation when scolding me was replaced by a tremor, like every time she wanted to cry.I laughed sadly, casting my gaze to the side, avoiding her. "I almost forgo

"Where are you now, Maureen?" The first greeting-less question I received from my classmate when the call was connected.I had only even activated my phone after walking about three houses to reach the parking lot and being bombarded with the demands of the assignments I had to carry."I'm... still at the intersection near my house," and was checking the contents of my bag when I reached the driver's seat. "Wait a second. I seem to have forgotten the journal from yesterday."Ish, resentful! Because I was taking care of Angga all night, I missed out on a lot of things. Just the two of us, my studies are already overloaded, what if I have to take care of the kids?"I'll call you later," I broke off before getting out of this SUV-type car, similar to the big car Uncle Darren had in Indonesia. The cabin is spacious, and can be used to carry a lot of stuff too if I need to travel all day.Even though my handbag is also classified as carrying a lot of things, should I walk again?So lazy, G

"Are you trying to propose again?" I laughed at the idea even though the tears wouldn't stop. I don't know why, and I even wondered if his offer was just to silence me so I'd stop questioning his sincerity with me.How could I not?Angga had once made a promise with Isma like a marriage, but their separation seemed to state that even marriage was not a guarantee that things united by God could not be dissolved."Just try." Angga moved to sit on the edge of the bed I was on. He placed my palms on his rough cheeks. "I never thought of being in a relationship for fun."His unblinking gaze at me further hurt the stab that had been ripping at my solar plexus. Nausea. Disgusted.I want to reach for the box of tissues on the nightstand, but Angga gets to it first and hands the thin sheets to me. As I wiped the liquid from my cheeks to my chin, I reminded him with one question, "What about all the women you brought to bed? Did you offer them this kind of seriousness?""I don't even know their