Unexpected Love: One Night With Mr CEO

"Then be nice to Byanca, treat her like the most precious woman in your life, Devan," said Mrs. Seira, occasionally sobbing.

Hearing that, Devan fell silent. But only a few seconds and replied to his mother, "Okay, Mom. Now, stop crying and don't blame yourself anymore, okay?" For now, he had no other choice to comfort his mother, and finally, he could only give up.

He seemed to have to learn to restrain himself, as well as learn to treat Byanca the way he always did, pretending as if nothing had happened at all. Well, at least until the wedding day arrives.

"One more thing," said Mrs. Seira while rubbing her still wet cheek.

"What is it, Mom. Tell me," replied Devan.

"Regarding the news that the media removed, I want you to do something about it, honey," said Mrs. Seira, staring at her son without blinking.

Devan sighed harshly, "What do you want me to do? It's over Ma. Don't bring it up again."

"But your wedding will take place in a few days, Devan. I don't want bad thoughts to arise about your marriage," Seira said expressing her worried feelings.

"Wouldn't this affect the company as well?"

"Company matters, I can handle it, Mom. Don't worry about it," Devan replied.

"Good, then do it for the sake of your marriage," said Mrs. Seira again.

"You want me to do what?"

Hearing her son's question, the middle-aged woman smiled faintly, "Mama wants the news of your marriage to be known by all people, sweetheart. Are you okay with this?"

"But Mom..."

"You said you would do anything, Devan. Have you forgotten what you said yourself?"

"If you can't do it, then clarify the news that the media suddenly deleted, I just want you to do that Devan, nothing else," she added.

"Okay, Mom. Whatever it is, I'll try. But if one day something bad happens, don't blame me, Mom," replied Devan, finally choosing to obey his mother's words.

Instantly a gentle smile appeared on the middle-aged woman's face.

"Alright, there can't be such a thing. Who dares to do something bad to your marriage? If anything, I will be the one to deal with it first, trust me," replied Mrs. Seira.

Hearing that, Devan smiled awkwardly. If only his mother knew what kind of plan he was making in his head. Letting the whole media know and even reporting on his marriage will only add to the smoothness of his plans.

The two then talked, as usual, Devan, who previously wanted to return to the office suddenly stopped his intention and chose to accompany his mother and Byanca until the woman regained her consciousness.

Only a few minutes later, a typical female moan could be heard filling the room, distracting Mrs. Seira and Devan's focus. The two of them immediately stood up and approached the banker where Byanca was still lying weakly.

"Honey, are you awake?" Mrs. Seira stroked the woman's head.

"How are you feeling now, does it still hurt?" Now Devan joined the voice.

"I'm still a little dizzy," Byanca replied holding her head.

"Then don't move much. I'll call the doctor first," Devan said and left the room, looking for the doctor who treated Byanca earlier.

It doesn't feel like time has passed so quickly, the reddish-orange tinge that has spread on the western horizon is now slowly disappearing and being replaced by a star-studded night sky. The moonlight seemed to shine so brightly, occasionally hiding shyly behind white clouds.

Hendra stopped the car he was driving right in the courtyard of Atmadja's residence, only a few seconds later a man and a woman came down from there, they were Byanca and Devan.

Yes, a few moments ago, when Byanca's condition was confirmed by the doctor, Devan called his private driver to pick them up at the hospital. Meanwhile, Mrs. Seira, the middle-aged woman, chose to use a taxi to return home.

"Be careful," Devan said to Byanca, taking the woman's arm and leading her into the house. He did this not because of a desire that came from within him, but a compulsion.

Just for the sake of his mother. He didn't want his mother to keep blaming herself and doing things that didn't matter.

To be honest, he felt disgusted to even touch her, but he didn't

choose another option.

"Prepare food for her," asked Devan to several maids who were welcoming them.

"Honey, how are your condition now?" Lana's scream was heard from the main room when she learned of the arrival of her only daughter. The middle-aged woman immediately greeted and examined her daughter's entire body from head to toe, as if afraid that something was missing.

"She's fine, Aunty. Don't worry," Devan said to Lana.

For a moment the middle-aged woman froze on the spot, wasn't it just a few days ago that Devan ignored Byanca? How can it be now close like this? Even so, she was very happy, she was very happy to see the interaction of the two figures in front of her. And the same is felt by other family members.

"Byanca needs rest, I'll take her to her room," said Devan again, ahead of Byanca who seemed to want to say something.

"Alright, alright," Lana nodded with a big smile on her face.

"Come on, honey," Devan said, leading Byanca back to the elevator. And it managed to make a blooming red hue fill both cheeks.

Seeing the two figures disappear from everyone's sight, Lana immediately turned to Seira.

"Thank you for helping my daughter," she said to Mrs. Seira.

"No need to hesitate, I should have done it, I already consider Byanca as my daughter," replied Seira.

The woman arrived at the house a few tens of minutes before Byanca and Devan arrived, she had told her what happened today, not everything, only when Byanca fell and was admitted to the hospital, that's all, she never mentioned her conversation with Devan or anything about it.

Everyone panicked at first, but the panic only lasted a few minutes before Seira reassured them that Byanca was fine and they had nothing to worry about.

"Why didn't you tell us this matter?" Now Serly joins the voice.