My Rich Husband's
The Part 104
Hearing his wife's screams made Davis immediately rush to Diora.
“Why? Is anyone sick?” The man's face was so anxious.
“I-it.” Diora pointed towards the white sheets that wrapped around the mattress.
“Why with it?”
“Ke-why are there no blood spots there?” The woman was crying so hard as if she was in so much pain. “I belom never did with anyone .. ta-but why can't there be no red stains like in the novel scene.” Her issues were getting louder in her husband's arms.
Davis shook his head, then stretched his arms and held tightly onto his wife's shoulder. “Listen to me, not all women experience that. Only women with a small hymen experience it,” Davis explained.
Fortunately, Davis' knowledge of the female reproductive organs was so extensive that he did not feel strange about such a thing. After all, he also knew that Diora had never done that with anyone, even with her lover. Even though she had, she would still accept Diora, because it was the woman of her choice. Bad thing he'll accept.
“Ta-but dinovel ya-that I read, everything like that.” Diora blurted out as a result of a hiccup.
Davis rubbed his face violently and breathed out his frustration. “Novel again ... novel again .. don't equate real life with novel stories! Once again associate with the novel or dare to read the novel story, I will punish you all day mercilessly in the room.”
“Ta-but ...”
Davis immediately carried his wife's body to take her to the bathroom to quickly clean up. Not forgetting he puffed up those tempting lips with his lips so as not to babble again. Immediately insert carefully into the bath.
“Manday, so that we immediately go home and eat .. no need to worry about such trivial things,” pinta Davis. He then left Diora alone, if too long he was there there would be a heat struggle for the tenth time.
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Dawson had just walked into his mansion with such a lethargic face, a slum, and a frustrated breath.
“Why did you just get home!” Cassandra was already sitting haughtily, her right leg resting on her left leg. She's been waiting for her husband since last night to ask about Natalie.
“As of me!” Dawson was so lazy to serve his wife. He immediately walked uninspired, his body so tired of taking care of the company's mess. Plus his assistant Gio no longer saw the trunk of his nose.
“Did you free your bitch from the basement?” she asked without taking her eyes off to look at her husband.
“What do you mean?” Dawson stopped his footsteps, then turned to look at his wife who only looked back.
“I went there last night to see Natalie, but she wasn't there! You must have come home in the morning to play with him, right?” accuse Cassandra.
Dawson immediately approached his wife.
Plaque ...
A hard slap landed on Cassandra's cheek until it turned red.
“You, don't carelessly talk! How could Natalie not be there?”
“Heh! You don't have to pretend you don't know, who else if you didn't? Are you still expecting a bitch who has dared to conceive another boy?” Cassandra's cynical look was on her husband.
Dawson clenched his hands tightly, his teeth clenched, his eyes dodged in annoyance, his breathing was so hunting, and his chest had already gone up and down so furious he was. “Gio ..!” he shouted so loudly that the muscles in his neck were so clearly visible.