Hot Passion of the Doctor
Episode 231

Nicho went downstairs to meet Callista who was busy cleaning the room for the rest of the night. Before that, Nicho had already changed his clothes and removed his bad makeup.

Callista was standing, on his tiptoes on a chair, trying to pick up balloons and paper balloons hanging on the walls of their living room. Callista had a little trouble reaching the last balloon. Callista too tried to take the balloon, his legs tiptoed and leaned slightly more tilted, making his seat sway and Callista fell, fortunately Nicho could run quickly to catch Callista's body.

Their eyes looked at each other, in the room with a dim light from the flickering lights, in a state of mutual gaze, these two people were beating heart is not careless. Callista glued in Nicho's arms. Callista's nose can smell clearly, Nicho's body scent that he really likes. The roar of his breath that caressed Callista's face made his body bristle.

Nicho. You're so handsome, no matter how many times and I always fall in love with you, again and again every time we get close. Hope you don't realize it.

That face, those eyes and those lips. Callista admired him too much. Nicho's attention and sweetness make Callista always not warty. He knows his Nicho is like that. Actually despite the pain after seeing the photo, but angry Callista just limited not to look at Nicho. He was unable to do much more, for example leaving her?

No! Big No's!

Callista couldn't.

Callista only loves Nicho, even he believes his love for Nicho is greater than his love for Al first.

"Call, you're so pretty. How could I possibly be with another woman and ignore you.... You have taken my whole heart. Trust me Call, don't remember that photo again, Mami just set us up. I love you, ever since I knew you were carrying my son that heart, I've given you my whole heart, soul and body. There's nothing else. Ye know? I can't bear to devour you tonight. I want to touch it, right?''

Callista. He was silent, like drugged Nicho's talk. When the man brought his face closer, in a matter of seconds Nicho's lips had tightly wrapped around his lips. Though the intention was to be angry at least three days, this has not been a day has lost first.

Callista laughed at himself.

Nicho took her into the room. In Nicho's sling, Callista embraces her husband's spoiled, as her lips continue to cling to each other with Nicho's lips.

Until the passion of both peaked.

He had forgotten his jealousy and pain. I don't know, it's not the foundation of his heart that is too weak, it's only possible that his heart is also felt that Nicho is not lying. If Nicho's love is sincere and not being betrayed.

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Clara began crying in her room, she was disappointed with Clinton, but after Hans' marriage, Clara began to decide to want a child, without delaying long nunda, this is even Clinton doing it.

How could he have had many children if Clinton's behavior suddenly disappointed him.

Clara who was still sobbing, until the tissue ran out of her brush, shocked because the lights of her apartment suddenly went out. He rubbed his wet end of the eye, then felt the surface of the mattress, looking for his phone. The room is really dark.

At a time like this, Clara again grumbled to blame Clinton. He should have been at home, but even at the club. Clara was irritated and getting angry.

After finding her phone, Clara was about to turn on the flashlight from her phone, suddenly she felt someone carrying her body and taking her out of the room.

"Who are you?'' jolt Clara was confused. He wants to escape.

"It's me dear, your husband." Clinton replied in a slightly heavy voice.

"Clinton! Down me! You are so sassy, yes! I'm angry with you, don't touch! Disgust me!'' the nagging Clara who was about to cry, her eyes were already watering.

"No, I won't go down. I want to take you somewhere. I have a gift for you, baby. Actually want me to tell you later on your birthday, but it seems like the right moment now. Who knows if you could get hurt, I'm sorry for this misunderstanding."

"I'm not the type to be bribed, Clinton," Clara turned her face away, no longer in revolt and hit Clinton's chest as Clinton put her in the car.

Clara simply crossed her arms and threw away her face from staring at Clinton. She hoped that whatever gift Clinton gave her, she wouldn't just melt away. Clara you have to be strong. Let Clinton know and next time be more careful.

Clinton got in the car and started the engine. He drove the car at a very fast speed. Clara holds on to the car handle. His eyes glanced at Clinton, he felt strange at Clinton's barbaric attitude tonight.

The car stopped near a European-style house, a large and spacious house with a large yard. Clinton got out of the car and opened Clara's door. Clara came down and did not stop admiring the house.

This house seems to have been uninhabited for a long time, but it is still well maintained and clean.

Clara walked up to the building, Clara's eyes unblinking. From childhood he likes the style of European design house. I don't know where Clinton knew, but now that she was content to enjoy the details of the building design from the outside, Clara began to wonder, whose house is it? Why did Clinton bring her here?

Clinton was satisfied to see Clara's enthusiastic expression. He knew Clara would love the prize.

"Clint, whose house is this? Why did you bring me here?" Clara approached Clinton who was standing near their car.

"This is the gift I told you. You like?'' answer Clinton.

Clara furrowed her brows, staring at Clinton asking for an answer. He still doesn't understand.

"That's a gift for me? Meaning what?''

"It's a new home for you and us, you like it?" clinton's reply immediately made Clara gawk shut her mouth so surprised.

This house? For him? Clara could hardly believe it. The price of this house must be very expensive. This building is like a genuine European building, all building materials seem to be original shipped from Europe.

Clara still can't control herself.

"Is this real? For me? How do you know if I like European-style home designs, Clin?" Clara ran to hug Clinton.

To hell with his anger and disappointment.

In fact, Clinton embodied a dream that she thought was almost impossible to achieve.

Now it's in front of his eyes.

Clinton was shocked as Clara hugged her tightly and strongly.

''Thank you, Clinton!''

Cup.

Clara peeped every corner of Clinton's face. Making Clinton drunk, he immediately carrying Clara's body

"I take you to see how it is inside. You'd rather. You redesign this house as you please" Clinton said as she walked into the house.

Clara quickly nodded.

"No, I love the authenticity of this house," Clara refused with sparkling eyes.

"All right."

Clinton smiled happily.

Finally, Clara's smile was more expensive than her own. He would do anything for the sake of that smile not missing from his wife's lips.