Chasing Love Husband Cold
Complicated

What, I used my wealth to marry Dilara. Whatdoes thatmean?.

Alan's body was still sculpting, but the contents of his head were examining every utterance that came out of the mother-in-law's mouth.

"We're poor, but at least you didn't take advantage of our poverty to tie Dilara up."

Poverty, bind Dilara. Whatdoes thatmean?.

At that moment, Alan remembered. His grandfather told him he had to marry someone. He refuses, but Hary threatens to end his life.

Alan was forced to follow Grandfather's will. Regarding dowry, correspondence, and everything related to marriage, all have been taken care of Hary. While Alan, the man came just thirty minutes before the contract began.

When saying kabul ijab, that's where he just found out the name of the girl he married. Then if the mother-in-law brought up poverty and tied Dilara up, Alan would know nothing.

"Where's my daughter?." Alan regained his senses from the daydream as the middle-aged woman pushed her body. "You must have locked him up, right. You must have tortured her without feeding my daughter." Dahlia screamed and kept trying to push Alan away. But the man's body did not shift at all.

"Just a minute, wait a minute." Alan held back the mother-in-law's hand to no longer push her. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you mean. For Dilara, she's inside. But he is resting."

"Rest you say?." Dahlia. "He wasn't resting but fell asleep after you tortured him and you squeezed his strength. Huh, don't-don't in this house my daughter even made babu."

"Stop!." Alan raised one hand. He did not know if the commotion was even heard by Dahlia and made the woman go down to make sure what was going on.

"I appreciate you as a Mother-in-law, but I don't accept it if you accuse me of being out of fact." Nature's anger began to ignite. Emtah from the moment he felt cornered, especially the person who had cornered him was the mother-in-law whom he had never seen let alone known before.

"It doesn't fit the facts you say?." Dahlia looked back, without hesitation, a young man appeared and stood beside the Mother of Dilara.

Alan narrowed his gaze. Diego, why did Dilara's mom come with Diego?. Whether they know each other or not...

"You," fuming Alan stared at Diego. "What do you really want!. You always show up at the wrong time. You also took too much care of my married life. What exactly do you want, Doctor fucker!." Surprised, and mocked, Alan approached and grabbed Diego's shirt collar. Dahlia flinched, surprised by the son-in-law's sudden attack on Diego.

"Honey."

From the back, someone ran over and immediately grabbed Alan by the waist. Dilara, though weak in body, tries to hold Alan's hand to attack Diego.

The commotion made Dilara curious to get out and see her husband arguing with their guest. The woman was made cooed when the guest who created rowdy was her mother who came with Diego.

"North, Son. You're okay, aren't you?." Dahlia approaches her daughter. He held his face, shoulders and watched his daughter's body from head to toe. Try to find something that stuck in there, and sure enough. His daughter's face was pale as well with her high body temperature. "Oh my God, that's right. You're sick, son. Your body also looks weak. Your husband must have just tortured you, right?."

Dilara doesn't understand. The mother even tried to reveal her clothes. What's the matter exactly.

"Come on Dilara, come with Mom. Let your husband divorce you. We don't need treasure. We're gonna go back to the village and start living there again, as long as you're free." Dahlia pulls her daughter off guard by force, while Alan only looks at his wife in disappointment.

"Mother, what do you mean?." Dilara. He refused. Looking back, Alan was gone. The man has entered the house.

"I know you married her because you had to?."

"Who said?."

"There's someone offering you money if you want to marry the doctor, right?."

"If so, why?."

Dahlia was silent, while Diego, who knew her voice was barely audible, also chose silence.

"Remember, no matter what kind of life I choose, it's no longer your mother's business, Doctor Diego." Dilara stared intently at Diego, while the one stared at him fixedly as well. "Regardless of my coercion or not I married Doctor Alan, but as you can see, our lives are now very happy."

Diego Selegos then said, "Really?."

"Of course."

"But I'm not sure."

"Whatever, but certainly in our marriage there will be no word divorce." After turning around, he wanted to enter the house but only a few steps, he stopped and slightly shifted his head. "Now, go. Your presence is no longer welcome in this house, and for Mother. Stop making a mess. Let your daughter be happy in her own way. Just like Mom used to be, looking for happiness in your own way." Dilara continued his steps. He's tired. The problems that exist are even more complicated with the intervention of the mother and Diego.

He moved, when he arrived at the living room and Alan was waiting for him. There was no warm look like this morning. Now the cold aura and sharp gaze were more domineering.

"Lara, we need to talk."

Dilara gulps. He closed his eyes and regretted what had just happened. None other than, and no, surely Diego would be concerned about linking Diego's name in their household matters.