Love Worth Fighting For

321 Zwetta’s advice

Although he is used to driving at high speed on various occasions, this time Zwetta looked panicked when she was sitting in the passenger seat, right next to Christian who was driving a Bugatti Chiron at 350 km/hour.

After successfully exiting the basement area of ??Clarke Enterprise, Christian drives his car towards the French border at high speed. Usually, if he is upset like this, Christian will choose to go to Mouren’s bar to calm down. However, this time Christian chose to go to France, to Elena’s favorite country.

“Where are you taking me, Christ?” Zwetta asks Christian for the umpteenth time, after they’ve been in the car for more than three hours.

Instead of answering Zwetta’s question, Christian actually brought his steering wheel to the left suddenly which suddenly made Zwetta hold on tightly to the seat belt again after releasing her grip thirty minutes ago. Christian takes his car to a gas station that has a less crowded dining area.

“I have to refuel my car.” Christian explains why he took his car to the gas station, although Zwetta doesn’t really need that explanation because Zwetta is smart enough to know why Christian stopped his car at this point. “Besides that I’m also hungry, since I woke up we haven’t eaten anything other than that piece of bread. I’m sure you must be hungry by now.”

“No, I haven’t...”

Krukk....

Zwetta’s face immediately flushed red as her hungry stomach growled, Zwetta immediately turned her gaze to another direction, trying to cover her embarrassment over what had just happened.

And Christian who understands just smiles a little, without another word Christian then directs his car to the refueling pump. Using the cash that is always available in his car, Christian makes payments and top-ups quickly. After making sure his car was fully charged, Christian then took his car to a small restaurant in the gas station area.

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“Let’s get off,” Christian said softly a few moments after successfully stopping his car

Zwetta, who had unbuckled her seat belt nodded slowly, responding to Christian’s words. Not wanting to make more interaction with Christian, Zwetta rushed out of the car. Shame still surrounds her thickly even though what actually happened earlier was a very human thing.

Because the restaurant was quite, Christian and Zwetta were immediately approached by a friendly waitress.

“Please wait fifteen minutes,” said the waiter politely.

“Thank you.”

With a friendly smile, the middle-aged waiter then went to the kitchen to pass Christian and Zwetta’s order notes to the chef.

Knowing if Christian’s mood is still so messed up, Zwetta chooses not to do anything. Zwetta didn’t want to make Christian’s mood any worse.

“What have you heard, Zee?”

Zwetta who was playing a light game on her cellphone which was on the table immediately raised her face up, towards Christian who had just asked her a question.

“I’m sure you must have heard our conversation, right?” Christian again asks Zwetta a similar question.

Zwetta took a deep breath. “I’ve seen and heard your conversation since your father kneeled,” Zwetta answered honestly, Zwetta who realized that she couldn’t avoid this question chose to be honest.

“So what do you think?”

One of Zwetta’s eyebrows rose. Confused. “My opinion, why are you asking my opinion? What are my interests that you should ask me for?”

“I just wanted to hear your opinion on all the things you’ve heard, Zee,” Christian says in a low, half-forced voice.

“There are several reasons why I can’t give my opinion, firstly I’m not one of you. I’m just another person you’re currently working with, someone who doesn’t have any interest in your family. And secondly, I don’t understand what’s going on. you guys are talking about because I don’t know what the main problem is, so I can’t give any opinions or suggestions,” Zwetta answered at length.

Christian tightens his fingers on the table, he looks disappointed to hear Zwetta’s words. It turned out that his expectations were not in line with expectations, Zwetta was too cold and stiff.

“What’s the main problem? Seeing your father kneeling like that just now seems like a serious problem, doesn’t it?”

Christian smiles. “If I mention Suri as the source of the main problem, how? Would you believe it?”

“Suri, the spoiled princess is such a hassle? After all, apart from making Elena a suspect, what big mess did she make after hiding Areez Floyen from all of you?”

Christian’s face immediately darkens as Zwetta reminds Elena of one of the mistakes he’s made.

“Why? I misspoke, didn’t I?” Zwetta asked quickly when she saw the drastic change in expression on Christian’s face.

Because it was already done, Christian then told all the problems that occurred in his family to Zwetta. Starting from the cause of the strained relationship with his parents, to the problems that occurred after Suri disappeared, Christian told Zwetta everything without being left behind.

“Do you think it’s wrong for me to be angry with my parents for their excessive attitude towards Asher? I don’t envy him, no. It’s just that I feel that both my parents are unfair, even when I say that Asher stole the company’s money only my parents still can’t believe it,” Christian says in a trembling voice. “In fact, when my father made a cut on my forehead he didn’t apologize to me. He didn’t ask how I was, and neither did my mother.”

Zwetta pursed her lips, even though she had not known Christian for very long but Zwetta now felt sorry for her boss.

“Do you want to listen to my advice or not?” Zwetta asked quietly.

“Suggestion?”

“Yes, advice.” Zwetta smiles a little.

Christian leans his back against the back of the chair, trying to be relaxed. “Go ahead, I’ll hear your advice.”

“My advice is that you improve yourself,” Zwetta said curtly and concisely. “Everything that happened is like a domino effect, everything is connected to each other. It may be true that all this chaos started from the kidnapping, but you still have to be able to control yourself. Control of your emotions is very necessary here.”

“Please explain, I don’t understand, Zee.”

Zwetta smiled. “I know that at that time you must have been very sensitive because of Suri’s sudden disappearance, I also know that it’s not only you who blame yourself. I’m sure your adopted brother named Asher and your parents must also blame themselves, this is natural and everyone will do it, so I can’t blame you for your actions. That’s why I ask you to practice controlling your emotions, why do you have to control your emotions? So that you can be calm and wise in making decisions, for example Elena Wilson’s case. If at that time you could control your emotions well when Suri referred to Elena as me, you could have made a wise decision and all of this would not have happened. Maybe now you and Elena are still together.”

“So stop blaming everyone and introspect yourself first. Remember Christ, anything in excess is not good. Hate, excessive affection is not good, for example all this mess. Because you love Suri too much, you close your eyes with the truth around you.”

Silence stretches between them for a moment, Zwetta’s words smack Christian over and over. Christian forgets that he is partly to blame for this complicated mess.

Continued.