Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

Lisa was silent, her face looked sad and empathetic hearing the story that Brigitta had just told.

The father of a CEO of a well-known multinational company had previously married a woman from Indonesia. Lisa's mind could not imagine what Oscar's father had with his former wife.

Lisa thought for a moment then had a dialogue with her own mind. Peter's marriage experience was similar to Oscar and Lisa's early days. A European man who fell in love with an Indonesian woman then their marriage was forced to collapse because of women from much higher rank. It's just that Oscar did not marry Clara and tried to improve his relationship with Lisa.

"Brigitta," Lisa called spontaneously. "May I know the continuation of the story between Mr. Peter and Greta's wedding? What about his ex-wife?"

Brigitta fell silent. The old woman's two clear blue eyes didn't blink when she heard Lisa's question just now. She suddenly looked serious and tense. Brigitta took a deep breath as she put down the coffee cup she had been sipping.

"Peter was forced to divorce her. As Peter's biological mother, I was devastated when Greta's family came asking me and my husband to marry her to Peter, just so that our company's relationship could last and get stronger. This was all a business matter, that's why I couldn't do anything," Brigitta explained while lowering her head sadly.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lisa said sympathetically.

"Peter really loves his Indonesian ex-wife. Their marriage had to be ruined because I couldn't prevent Greta and her family. I really am a bad mother," Brigitta wiped her face and then unconsciously, she had shed tears that had been welling up in her eyes. She lifted her face, stared at the ceiling while trying to calm down.

"I'm sorry, every time I remember this story, I always end up crying because I can't help it," she added, rubbing the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, Lisa's heart felt as if it had been struck with an arrow when she saw the figure of the old woman who looked strong turned sad and helpless. She was afraid that her question had hurt Brigitta.

"Brigitta, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you…. "

"Hey kid, don't worry. I really wanted to tell before you asked. You reminded me of Peter's former wife," Brigitta answered. Now her gloomy face became radiant again when she stared at Lisa's face, which looked beautiful inside and out.

Lisa smiled again when the old woman's lips put on a happy smile. She knew what it felt like to fail to defend something she had long fought for. Just as she tried to maintain her marriage with Oscar during the time Clara tried to snatch him away from her. Even if she tried to not remember it, the pain still lingered in Lisa's heart.

"You don't have to worry about Greta. As long as Oscar and I are around, you'll be fine. Greta doesn't dare to do anything to me. Anyway, if she dares to bother you in the future, you can always talk to me or Oscar," Briggitta said, reassuring Lisa.

"I don't want Oscar's marriage to end just like Peter's. I want my only grandson to live happily with a woman of his own choice," she added with another smile.

Hearing Greta's words, Lisa immediately interfered. "Thank you very much, Brigitta. I don't know how to repay your kindness,"

"Hey don't bother! It's enough that you make my most handsome grandson happy, I'm already very happy and relieved," Brigitta said again as she crossed one of her legs like a man.

Time went so fast that it didn't feel like the sky was getting cloudy, as if dawn had changed to dusk. The three people were still busy exchanging stories accompanied by sweet cakes and cups of coffee until their laughter echoed throughout the room.

"Oscar, Lisa, don't you guys need to go right away? I want you two to stay here tonight. I really miss you, Oscar, I will cook for you and your future wife. This is the custom of our region. How about it, Lisa? Have you ever eaten Swedish food?" Brigitta asked while patting Lisa's shoulder.

In return, Lisa nodded with a faint smile.

"Ah Grandma, don't bother. We're just going to be here for a while," Oscar said.

"Eh, no no. You have to spend the night here. You've brought Lisa all the way from Indonesia and then you want to leave your grandmother quickly? No, Oscar! You have to spend the night here!" Brigitta replied excitedly. The old woman then hit Oscar's back.

Oscar rolled his eyes with a sigh and then replied, "Well, what can I do..."

***

The night had come, it's time for dinner together at the Petersson residence. All Swedish cuisines were already served in front of Lisa, They looked simple but still luxurious.

"Come on, have a nice meal!" Brigitta said excitedly.

Lisa's stomach was rumbling very much when she was staring at the food presented in front of her. It tingled her appetite and made it unbearable to hold back. She then took a plate and put some food on the table.

"Wow, Lisa, you must be starving, right? Take more, I cooked them for you and Oscar," Brigitta said, amazed to see Lisa who didn't hesitate.

"Oh, sorry, I haven't eaten since yesterday. Just snacks on the plane," Lisa replied plainly.

"Come on, finish it Lisa, you look so weak!" Brigitta  replied in a still excited voice. "I really like her, Oscar. You did not choose the wrong choice!" She continued, glancing at Oscar.

Oscar smiled faintly, he was busy chewing the meat.

"So Lisa, do you have plans for the future of both of you after getting married?" Brigitta asked in the middle of dinner.

Having not had time to answer his grandmother, Oscar then took over the subject quickly. "Grandma, you better not talk about it at the dinner table,"

"I'm sorry Oscar, I'm just curious," Brigitta replied. The old woman cut the roasted meat again.

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly turned awkward and silent. Lisa seemed to be crushed by volcanoes and icebergs, fighting each other in her mind while she tried her best to maintain her silence.

She stole glances at both of them. Brigitta looked disappointed because her grandson refused to answer, while Oscar looked stuck with the question that his grandmother had just asked.

Lisa's feelings were getting worse. She did not speak at all during dinner.

***

After dinner, Lisa immediately went to bed and lay down,as she was still tired from flying a few hours ago. In a matter of minutes, Lisa had dashed into dreamland.

Beside her, Oscar was still unable to sleep peacefully. He still opened his eyes, trying to clear his misty thoughts.

The temperature in Stockholm that night suddenly dropped dramatically. Lisa seemed to be shaking because of the cold temperature that enveloped the room.

Oscar pulled the blanket and covered Lisa's cold body. Even though it was cold, Lisa looked very sleepy. Oscar stared at Lisa's peaceful and calm face then kissed her forehead slowly.

Suddenly, the door to the room was slowly opened. Brigitta peeked through the crack in the door, looking for Oscar's figure.

Oscar turned his face towards the door while frowning. He approached Brigitta with gentle steps so as not to waking Lisa.

"Grandma, what's wrong? Lisa is sleeping!" He whispered to Brigitta.

"Okay great, I need to talk to you in a person.. Can you come down?" Brigitta replied in a low voice.