Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

Days passed and it didn't feel like the weekend was already here. Lisa spent her second day at Oscar's house with a heavy heart. Seeing the furniture in the house was like entering a time machine which brought her to the memories of her bad past.

The dining room, where she previously had her meals, had not changed much. Maybe, only the paintings on the walls of the room had now been replaced with new ones. The rest remained the same— the cutlery, the dining table as well as its chairs.

That morning after breakfast, Lisa sat pensively in the family room. The room gave her an unpleasant atmosphere. For an instant, she seemed to see Clara's shadow looking at her with condescending eyes. Lisa then shook her head, trying to take the bad thoughts from her mind.

Oscar walked over to her who was idling and hugged her. Lisa's face looked very depressed and sluggish, the man was afraid something bad might happen to her. "Lisa, what's wrong with you? Is there a problem?"

For a moment, Lisa ignored Oscar's question, her tongue still felt choked because of the bad thoughts that enveloped her head at this time. She turned her gaze to her left, turned her back on Oscar's face and said, "The furniture in this house makes me uncomfortable..."

"Why?" Oscar asked in a worried voice. The man leaned over so he could hear Lisa's voice growing fainter.

Lisa took a deep breath then turned to face Oscar. She looked at those clear blue eyes with a sad look then said, "I don't know, it feels like everything in this house keeps the bad memories from the past, from when we were still married. The pain when your mother came to insult me and the pain when Clara came to steal you from me…. It still felt so hurt,"

Lisa lowered her head while shedding tears that she could no longer hold back. She sobbed beside Oscar who tried to calm and comfort her. The man hugged Lisa tighter then landed a kiss on her head.

"Calm down, I'm here. As long as I'm by your side, you won't get sick of it I promise," Oscar said, comforting her.

"Oscar, I think your suggestion yesterday is a good idea. It's best if your furniture is changed," Lisa said, sobbing. She buried her head in Oscar's broad chest.

"Lisa, listen to me," Oscar said softly as he lifted Lisa's face so that they stared at each other. "This house is your house too, everything in this house is also yours. If you really want to change the furniture in this house so that your heart can be calmer, then do it. The most important thing is you don't tear this house down," Oscar continued, then smiled sweetly.

The man took out a credit card from his pocket, handed it to Lisa and said, "Use this to remodel the contents of this house,"

Lisa reached for the credit card then looked at it for a long time. The card was black with a very luxurious and simple design. Oscar's full name was written on it.

"Use the first date we got married as the PIN," Oscar added spontaneously.

Lisa brought the card to her chest, her heart that had been dark and gloomy became cheerful, just like the saying that light comes after darkness.

"Oscar, thank you very much! I'm going to rearrange the furniture design, I promise!" Lisa exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't change the furniture of this house by yourself. Just hire a home furnishing specialist to help you redecorate this house so you don't burn out!" Oscar replied firmly.

"Okay, I promise I won't redecorate on my own," Lisa replied, still excited. Without much thought, she immediately hugged Oscar until he fell on the sofa.

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Two days later, after Oscar came home from work, he saw that the whole house was completely different from before. The decorations that used to be predominantly white and black were now becoming more colorful. Not only that, some parts of the house were also given a warm, feminine touch that he had never seen before.

Almost the entire span of the house had changed, only the outside remained the same. Oscar stared at the house in awe. Without realizing it, the furniture in his new home reminded him of his home in Sweden with the warm and cozy atmosphere.

Oscar didn't expect it, Lisa turned out to have good taste even though the woman came from the middle class. Now he realized that he should not underestimate someone from a lower social status.

The man went up to the second floor and checked the bedroom. He looked at the room with awe— he was beyond amazed. The design was so similar to his house in Sweden, along with the atmosphere that felt very warm and cozy.

Not far from where he was standing, Lisa was spreading the bed sheets that she had just changed. Hearing the sound of the man's footsteps coming in, Lisa immediately turned her head and greeted Oscar with a sparkling face.

"Oscar! You're back!"

The man looked at a bag at the end of the bed. It was the bag that Lisa often used when she went to stay out for 2 to 3 days. He wondered, why was the bag outside?

Oscar approached Lisa who was still correcting the new sheets and then asked, "Why is this bag here?" His index finger pointed at the object.

"Oh, we'll go to my mother's house tomorrow. We must immediately visit mom and tell her about our marriage," Lisa replied firmly.

For a moment Oscar was silent, he never thought that he had to meet Kumala again to propose to Lisa for the second time. He forgot that Lisa was still not officially his wife.

The man froze, staring at Lisa who was busy with her new sheets.

Lisa stared at the man's face, her forehead frowned in surprise at the sight of Oscar who was standing still. "Oscar, what's wrong with you? Is there any problem?"

Oscar replied by slightly shaking his head. The man rubbed his entire face then let out a deep breath.

Lisa immediately understood what the blonde haired man meant. A grin then crossed the corners of her lips. "Haha, you must be nervous, right? Are you nervous to meet my mother again?"

Oscar's sensual lips parted slightly, trying to speak up but he only let out a sound of hesitation.

In return, he shrugged his shoulders as if he had been caught off guard and had nothing to say. "Who wouldn't be nervous? It's been 2 years since I last saw your mother, Lisa," he replied dryly.

Lisa approached the man then patted him firmly on the shoulder saying, "Don't worry, I myself hope to get back to you again."

Oscar breathed a sigh of relief. His face that was slightly looking tense now became more relaxed. The man then threw himself onto the bed with the new sheet. He closed his eyes while straightening his aching back after work.

Lisa sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the handsome face of the golden haired man closely. Oscar's expression was very comfortable and peaceful, as if he was free without any problems.

"Do you like this new furniture design, Oscar?" Lisa asked as she laid down beside jhim.

"I really like it, it feels like home," Oscar answered.

Lisa leaned over to land a kiss on the man's forehead. She stroked Oscar's head and then smiled. "Thank goodness you like my new choice,"

"Let's sleep, tomorrow will be a special day for both of us," Oscar said softly as he hugged Lisa.