Billionaire Bride
CH-33 Is there beginning to be love?

After dinner, Hanna relaxes watching tv, while Damian walks outside the house, somewhere. Hanna watched an artist show that framed the show's host to show the contents of her purse as well as her purse. Hanna smiled with a smile while watching the show.

He looked at the wide window that became the baffle in the room that penetrated into the pool outside.

“Where is that guy? He left me alone at home,” he murmured. Not long after the door opened. Hanna looked straight at the direction that came.

“Well you finally came too!” hanna exclaimed, as she approached Damian who had just entered, she carried a Business tabloid in her hand.

“Why?” damian asked, while keeping the tabloid on the table. He took off his watch.

“Where's your wallet?” hanna asked, making Damian astonished.

“Wallet?” ask Damian. Hanna nodded.

“Make what?” ask Damian.

Hanna pulled Damian's hand, towards the front of the television.

“You see that? The artists in frank to show the contents of his bag and wallet,” replied Hanna.

“What is his relationship with me?” damian asked, he's leaving but being held back by Hanna.

“I want to see the contents of a businessman's wallet like you what is it?” ask Hanna.

“You have nothing to do!” damian grumbled, he was leaving but his steps were withheld by Hanna.

“What else?” ask Damian.

“Where's your wallet? I want to know your wallet!” hanna.

“I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet. I'll go out, have an appointment with my friends. I came home late, don't wait for me. If I want to sleep, I'll wake you up to hug me,” Damian said.

“I want to know your wallet! Let's give!” hanna Pinta.

Damian. Hanna stretched out her hand.

“You're all right,” grumbled Damian while giving him his wallet.

Hanna accepted it with a happy smile. While Damian went to the toilet, Hanna opened the contents of the wallet while sitting on the sofa, which faced the television.

“I'm curious, a guy like Damian, what's in his wallet? Are billions of dollars also being brought in? Hihi...” muttered Hanna while laughing to herself.

Open Damian's wallet. Expended it. ATM cards, identification tags, he read and smiled. The cards are kept on the table. There's some money hundreds of thousands, he's on the table. Nothing is strange.

Until Hanna finds something in it. A photograph.

In the photo is a little boy with a beautiful young woman. It looks like an old photo, because it's worn out.

Who is the woman in the photo? Why did she ever see the face in the photo? But who? Hanna's forehead wrinkled, considering the woman in the photo was similar to who?

Damian's voice came out of the toilet.

Hanna looked at Damian.

“This is a photo of who?” hanna asked, pointing the picture at Damian.

“That was a picture of me as a child with my mother,” Damian replied, as he walked over to Hanna and picked up his watch lying on his desk, then put it on.

Hanna saw the photo again.

“Why?” ask Damian.

“I seem to have seen this face. Your mother looks like someone but who does? Because this is a photo of your mother being young, so maybe her face will be a bit different,” Hanna said.

“You ever see a woman who looks like my mother?” damian asked seriously, looking at the woman sitting on the sofa looking at her mother's photo.

“Yes, I've seen this face, but whose face? I forgot,” said Hanna still thinking.

Damian squatted in front of him. Hanna held the hand that was still holding the photo.

“Try to remember, who knew it was my mother. I've been looking for him for years, I miss him a lot,” Damian said.

Hanna looked at Damian who was looking at her expectantly. But honey, he forgot who the woman who resembled the photo was.

“I forgot. I will try to remember it again. You see, I feel like I see it often too, I feel familiar, but who is it? Why did I forget? Because maybe his face will change a lot now,” replied Hanna.

“I beg you to remember. I really miss my mom. I want to meet him, I want to hug him,” Damian said, with a serious face. He's not kidding to say it.

“Yes I'll try to remember. Who knows it's your mother,” replied Hanna. Damian got up from his squat and looked at the contents of his wallet scattered on the table.

“It turns out that rich people fill the same wallet, hahha...” replied Hanna.

“Of course it's the same, what do you think it contains?” damian Grunts.

Damian's phone lying on the dresser rang loudly.

“Clean my wallet, I want to go,” Damian said, walking towards the dressing table, picking up his phone, and then picking it up.

“Halo Darling,” greet Damian.

DEG!!! There is a hanger when Damian mendegar say a word of affection to the caller.

Hanna stopped her movement who was stuffing Damian's belongings into the wallet.

“Oh you're downstairs? You wait a minute!” damian said, then turned to Hanna, his left hand closing the phone.

“Where is my wallet?” ask Damian.

Hanna immediately gave me the wallet. Damian took the wallet and put it in his pants pocket.

“You can't wait for me. Maybe I come home late or I don't go home, lock the door, I bring the spare key,” Damian said. Hanna said nothing. He just listened to Damian's words.

He saw the man come out of the room and close the door.

Hanna immediately ran to a corner of another room, to a window that could see her into the front yard of the house. He stood in the wide glass window. Damian came down from the terrace stairs. A beautiful woman in a dress whose shoulders were open showed the smooth white skin of the wearer of the dress.

Damian is seen kissing the woman's left and right cheeks, then hugging her waist brought into the woman's car. After the woman entered, the door closed, then Damian walked around, entering the steering wheel. Looks like he's driving. Not long after, the car left the beautiful house.

Hanna was stunned by the sight she saw. That man, that fake husband went out with a woman at night, and he probably didn't come home? Who is that woman? Why won't Damian come home?

Suddenly Hanna felt something uncomfortable in her heart. Why is he feeling sad? He stood there long enough in that glass window. Taking a deep breath, trying to control himself.

He went back to the couch where he was watching television. Now the show has changed to a funny viral video show. But none of the videos made him laugh. Why does he feel sad? What's in the saddling?

Finally, he opened the door of the room which went straight out into the pool beside the house.

Hanna walked down the edge of the pool. Why does he feel lonely? Why can't Damian's shadow go with the woman out of his memory? Is the woman on the phone called his girlfriend? Damian looks happy to meet that woman. Kissing the left cheek of the right cheek, hugging his waist, taking him inside his car, they look very affectionate. Just look at Damian's beaming look on his face when he sees that woman coming.

Hanna shook her head, removing Damian's shadow from her mind. Keep walking towards the end of the pool, which is getting closer to the beach.

Now Hanna was sitting on a chair by the pool. The wind was blowing hard enough and it felt cold on his skin. Sounding waves that are not too strong. Hanna leaned against the back of the long chair and held her legs, staring at the dark beach, only the moonlight illuminated.

Why does his heart feel so agitated? What was? Back in the shadows Damian and the woman, he felt dislike for the presence of the woman, especially Damian treated her with affection. He doesn't like.

Waitaminute! Why doesn't he like it? Aren't he and Damian related? They don't have a serious bond, neither do boyfriends. It means Damian is free to relate to any woman. Hanna took a deep breath. Let the cold night breeze pierced his skin prick.

Suddenly a few drops of tears trickled down his eyes. Hey, why is she crying? What's he fighting about? Continuing to think of Damian with the woman made her heart ache, was she jealous? Why should I be jealous? Is he starting to like Damian? Their togetherness all this time made him like it? Oh no, don't let that happen, he'll be heartbroken. The work will be hard if you use your heart. He can't fall in love with Damian.

Hanna wiped the tears. He curled up his body which was beginning to feel cold, but he did not want to take the blanket at all. He got up from the chair even though he was cold. Gradually he fell asleep in a chair that was just shaded by the small umbrella circle.

The day is getting late, the air is getting colder. The wide step seemed to rush into the house. Entering his room, the figure looked stunned to find the empty room. Seeing the glass door leading to the swimming pool wide open, the wind into the room felt cold. He ran towards that door. His eyes swept around the pool. Sepi...Where is that woman?

The wide step was now down the edge of the pool in a hurry, his eyes sweeping out around the pool. His heart was agitated not to find the woman in his room.

Suddenly his eyes came to a halt on the figure curled up on the chair for sunbathing.

“Hanna?” muttered.

He immediately ran over to the figure, then squatted beside him. Staring at the sleeping face tilted to face him. His heart was relieved to find the woman. His hand fluttered the strands of hair covering his face, he was completely asleep. The woman's cheeks were cold.

“Why are you sleeping outside? Even without blanket, without jacket?” ask him to yourself. Finally, he lifted the woman's body, brought her into his room, laid on the bed and covered her.

He immediately closed the door and locked it also closed the curtains. Now he sat back by the bed, looking back at the sleeping woman. His face looked closer at the woman's face.

“You sleep like a dead man. Cold weather like this you can sleep outside,” murmured, little smile. His hand rubbed the sleeping hair. Slowly her lips kissed her forehead. Back to fix the blanket, then move on. Stare at him once more, then exit the room and lock him up.

Hanna just moved her body a little, now her body feels warm under the thick blanket.

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