His Cure His Wife (Sebastian & Irene) Book PDF Free

Sebastian didn’t care about the heavy rain pouring down on Jakarta as he made his way to the hospital. It was as if all the pent-up emotions were being unleashed. Even though Sebastian was inside the car, he could see the conditions outside. He should have started feeling scared. Considering the turmoil in his heart…

If only smashing the laptop could get all his work done, Sebastian would do it. But it’s impossible! Everything is in chaos! Oh my God! Why does Sebastian have to encounter days when Irene turns into a scatterbrain? “Stay patient, Sebastian,” he said softly, rubbing his chest as a form of relaxation he could manage….

Ck! It’s as if they want to skin Mr. Know-It-All, Sebastian Sinclair, the Raptor Boss. She doesn’t want to ask too many questions, but it seems like their relationship isn’t good. Oh well. Throughout the three years of working with Sebastian, she didn’t want to know too much about Bella or Sebastian. Just enough. “Hmph!”…

Bonnie, if Irene remembered correctly, her name was Bonita Ariani. They were high school friends. The ones who made her spend several days in the hospital. Beautiful, but her heart was like a devil. That trauma, even though treated multiple times, she still couldn’t reconcile with what was boiling inside her. She hadn’t forgotten the…

“Bella said she only wants Mommy Ena. She doesn’t want any other woman near you except Mommy Ena. Who is she, Sebastian?” Sebastian slapped his forehead! Hard, too. He didn’t care if there would be a mark there later. Oh… Bella! Can’t we stop discussing Mommy Ena? Even though the child promised not to bring…

Irene nodded in understanding. “We’ve been trying from every angle, haven’t we, Sir? I can see that we’ve made progress in approaching them, but it seems like we’re stuck.” “The location seems fine to me,” Irene continued. “But the residents here want a higher price. There are rumors circulating about a proposed construction of a…

“What’s wrong?” The man looked puzzled as to why Irene was so shocked. “Did I say something wrong?” “Sir, can you think before you speak?” Irene immediately grabbed a tissue and wiped the corners of her wet lips, stained with the steak sauce. “Why should I think if the nature of the question is like…

If you were to describe Irene’s eyebrows as an unatoned uniform, it would be exactly right. Disheveled. “I’m inviting you to dinner, Irene. Besides being a gesture of gratitude, I also need someone to talk to.” “What kind of trouble are you involved in that you need to talk to me?” Sebastian laughed, although he…

*** A few times, Sebastian accompanied Irene until they reached the front of her slightly, well… mostly peeling house with neglected paint in some corners. She wanted to ask, but Sebastian knew the limits. “Thank you for escorting me, sir,” Irene said with a faint smile. She should have arrived a few hours ago, but…

“You don’t need to continue, Irene.” Irene’s eyebrows furrow. “Why, sir?” “You focus on this file only. And don’t let anyone else know what you’re working on.” “A secret, sir?” Irene blinks in confusion. “What’s going on? Are we playing detectives or something, sir?” “Irene!” Irene grins widely. “Yes, sir. Understood. I’ll bring the files…