Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

When Lisa and William arrived at Oscar's house, Mrs. Rusminah greeted them with a happy smile. It turned out that the middle-aged woman had already finished cooking them dinner.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Lisa, William. Dinner is ready, do you want to eat right now?"

Lisa helped William take off his school shoes and replied, "Yes. William, let's eat now."

William reflexively took off his own socks and took Lisa's hand. The two of them walked side by side towards the dining room. Suddenly, he understood his mother's words.

"Oh?" William looked up, "Shall we eat now Ma? Shouldn't we wait for Papa first?"

This morning Lisa did hear that Oscar wanted to take her to dinner with William, right after he got out of the car. But now, Oscar called him and told him he couldn't join the dinner. Given the short message that Oscar sent to the mysterious woman, it must be now that the European-blooded man is having dinner with his Beloved!

"You don't have to wait for your father. We can eat first." Lisa replied vehemently.

William's smart brain immediately worked at that very second. Papa and Mama must be fighting again and again so they can't have dinner together now! 

It's definitely not his mother's fault, but his father's! Bastard, irresponsible man!

Knowing his mother's mood was not good today, William's attitude turned into a good boy. The boy ate neatly, without soy sauce, and was not fussy even though Mrs. Rusminah cooked a lot of vegetables. 

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Arriving in front of Peter's house, Oscar parked his car parallel. Knowing that someone would confirm the location of his car, he gave the keys to the man standing near the gate of his father's mansion.

"Mr Oscar!" Suddenly Oscar heard his name being called enthusiastically from within. The man looked up and saw a man wearing a suit complete with cloth pants walking up to Oscar hastily, "Welcome! Dinner is ready."

Oscar cleared his throat, "Where's Papa?"

"Mr. Peter and Mrs. Greta are waiting for you in the dining room, Mr. Oscar." The man replied as he ushered Oscar inside.

Oscar didn't reply to the man's words and followed him from behind. He walked through the living room, family room, and finally the dining room. The mansion still looked exactly the same as what he had seen a few years ago. As the man had said earlier, Oscar saw Peter and Greta already waiting for him in the dining room.

Peter rose from his chair and greeted Oscar with a hug, "It's been a long time since we've seen each other."

"Papa," Oscar let go of his father's warm embrace and sat across from Peter, "Why did Papa suddenly call me? Is there something that requires me to come here?"

Ever since Oscar had seen Greta in the dining room, he had purposely not given the middle-aged woman any attention. He did not see or greet his biological mother at all.

Her biological child's indifference made Greta even more annoyed. He frowned and deliberately coughed hard enough, so that at least Oscar would glance at him. But the result was nothing, just the same, Oscar didn't look at him at all. 

Doesn't the child know that his mother is here too? Why is he not called?

What an insolent child! 

Just say hello not let alone look at him!

Peter sighed when he realized his son didn't greet Greta. The man immediately opened his mouth and said truthfully, "Oscar, Papa and Mama have missed you so much lately. Especially your Mama, she misses you so much lately she's been having trouble sleeping."

Only when his Father said that did Oscar turn and catch a glimpse of Greta. Seeing the woman's face seemed to ignite the fire of emotion in his chest. Don't think the woman he will forgive after working with Clara. 

The two women. Ah, Oscar himself couldn't explain how he felt with the two women. There was a feeling of hatred and emotion that he couldn't describe in words.

Don't let the woman think her heart will melt and she can immediately forgive her after hearing the appendage if she misses him.

Oscar lazily looked back at Greta, then nodded his head. Seeing her son's indifferent attitude towards her made Greta slam the table. But the woman said nothing, but got up from the chair and left the dining room.

Oscar could only breathe a sigh of relief when his mother no longer joined them in the dining room. 

Just like Peter. The man also sighed, but there was no relief like Oscar's. He really didn't know what to do so that the mother and daughter pair could have a normal relationship like before.

"Eat," said Peter quietly. He started to get cutlery for himself, "Before this food gets cold. Then we can talk again in the living room."

Oscar nodded his head and took the cutlery too, "Have a good meal, Pa."

After dinner, Oscar and Peter sat across from each other in the living room. At first Peter told Oscar to go to the living room first while he persuaded his wife to join him in the family room. But the woman was too stubborn and her ego too high to follow his warm orders.

Finally, Peter returned to sit with Oscar without his wife present. Not long after, a maid came to bring them two cups of hot tea and a few pieces of chocolate cake.

For a few moments neither of them made a sound. Peter was too busy sitting still while Oscar was busy sipping in the aroma of the chamomile tea.

When Oscar didn't hear his father's voice, he broke the silence by choosing to start the conversation first.

"Did Papa send me here just to invite dinner and tea together?" Oscar asked as he placed the teacup on the table.

"Of course not." Peter replied briefly while frowning, "You, ah, have you heard the news that your Uncle is coming to Jakarta?"

"I know." Immediately the atmosphere in the family room became tense. Oscar's expression hardened and he was unable to sit still, leaning his back against the back of the sofa. "A few weeks ago I took her out to dinner."

"Papa knows that what your uncle did was very detrimental to you. But Papa, there is one important request that Papa hopes you can grant."

Oscar sighed, "What is it?"

"I'm sorry Uncle. You know how true it is.. He's actually a nice person, but he's just jealous that Papa passed the Petersson Communications company to you, not him."

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