Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything - Chapter 810

Sometimes, Oscar doesn’t know and keeps wondering if William is really his child with Lisa. If the boy was in fact their son, where did William’s overconfidence come from? Because as far as Oscar knows, he and Lisa are not the type to brag.

“Okay, fine, it’s up to you,” Oscar replied, “But this is the last condition. You can’t add any more.”

Again, Oscar could not refuse William’s terms. If he refused, maybe William would not stand by and instead change the terms with the new ones that would definitely be much more difficult.

While the conditions were still easy, Oscar had to immediately agree to the boy’s request.

It’s really a shame if you think about it.

Oscar, the CEO of telecommunications company Petersson Communication, which has hundreds of female fans who run after him, has to help his 6-year-old son with his homework.

Who wouldn’t laugh at someone like him doing a child’s homework?

“Great. I only have three conditions. But there’s a procedure Papa has to do before we continue our lunch.” William replied.

If someone overheard their conversation, maybe they would think that Oscar and William were making a business agreement. Like how much profit they will get if they work together.

Oscar automatically raised his eyebrows, and suppressed his urge to cry blood. “What else can Papa do for you? Why do you have to buy time and make me nervous like this?”

“Papa, take a blank paper now and write down all the conditions that I said earlier. After that, let’s sign the terms.” William lifted his face and looked at Oscar with a proud look.

Did he still have to sign their agreement on a piece of paper? Actually, what the hell was his son trying to do? Force him to surrender his company or something?

Since Oscar was in his late 20s, he had often signed contracts and agreements submitted by other companies. His signature was most often required by the company. But in his entire life, Oscar never thought that he would sign a contract agreement with his own child.

Previously, Oscar had to get used to having a mischievous lover. A woman who liked to tie him to the bed, and not wanting to pick up his incoming call.

Now, he had to deal with the demon child!

Is this what Oscar has to live with every day since he convinced himself that Lisa is the right woman in his life? Do they always have to trample his pride at home?

Oscar wanted to scream, ‘I am your Papa, not your friend!’ to William. But of course he didn’t say that.

He actually didn’t like it when his biological son was much smarter than him. He doesn’t like it when another man in his house bosses him around. But Oscar’s brain wouldn’t cooperate with his body. His lips could not make any sound, and he subconsciously walked from the dining table chair to take a piece of paper and a pen.

Letter of Agreement Between Oscar and William.

William could take a week off, or more, as long as Papa got permission from the principal. If the principal didn’t agree, William had to return to school after a week off.

Papa’s sleeping schedule with Mama: They only get to sleep together once every two days.

Example: today William sleeps with Mama, tomorrow Papa sleeps with Mama, the day after tomorrow William sleeps with Mama, and so on.

Papa has to do and or help with William’s homework.

Thus the agreement letter was made without being forced by anyone and made by the will of both parties.

Oscar Petersson & William Petersson

“This is it.” Oscar said after he had written down all the conditions that William had put forward. With a heavy heart he had to thrust the paper in front of William and let the boy read the agreement he had written.

“Dad, don’t forget to sign it too!” William replied when he saw that the paper had not been signed by Oscar.

Oscar snorted in annoyance and followed William’s order. He took the pen and paper again and signed right above his name.

This time, William really looked like a little boss reading a cooperation agreement between two different companies. The boy’s brow furrowed and soon he nodded his head and signed the letter right above his name.

“Okay, thank you for working with me.” William replied, folding the paper. “Now we have requirements to run for the next week before we get the answer from the principal. If the principal allows me to take one month off, this agreement will continue for another month.”

Now, all Oscar could do was put all his strength into persuading Principal William not to let the boy take a month off.

“Alright.” Oscar replied firmly.

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But as it turned out, what Oscar had hoped for was ruined. When he contacted the principal of William’s school, he heard that the principal immediately permitted the request. He didn’t know what could’ve instigated the headmaster’s mind for allowing William to take a month off.

From now on, Oscar could only mourn his fate in the large master bedroom. He deliberately didn’t close the door to his room so he could faintly hear Lisa’s and William’s laughter from downstairs.

Their happy days seemed to pass quickly. In the blink of an eye, William’s time to go back to school drew near, and he found that he had been staying at home for almost a month. The boy was just relaxing at home, sometimes going out with Lisa and Oscar, and mostly playing alone in his bedroom or living room.

But for sure, the three of them always ate together and enjoyed each other’s presence.

That day, on a slightly cloudy Wednesday, Lisa deliberately went home from work earlier than usual. Suddenly, the woman wanted to take William for a walk to the mall and take the boy out for dinner. The plan was, Oscar would follow them to a place that had been chosen by Lisa.

But when Lisa got home, she didn’t see the bridge of William’s nose. No matter how loud her voice called his name, she didn’t even hear William’s voice. The woman started to panic and looked for the boy in every room in the house.

Starting from the kitchen, dining room, living room, back garden, family room, William’s bedroom, to Oscar’s office… Lisa still couldn’t find William.

“Mrs. Rusminah!” Lisa called when she had given up on looking for William, “Where are you!”

Mrs. Rusminah, who seemed to already know about William’s whereabouts, could only look down and walk over to Lisa with limp steps. “Miss Lisa…”

“Where is William?” Lisa asked in a panicked and worried voice.