My Rich Husband's
The Part 120
Davis was so relaxed that his scene was seen by George, but different from Diora. The woman's face had met red and immediately pushed her husband's body away from it. It covered his entire body even to his head.
“Sorry, we forgot,” regretted Diora. “Can you please come out first? We will prepare,” the door.
“Thirty minutes of your time, if you don't come out in neat clothes, I'll drag you guys!” threaten George with his cold face. He was about to go out and close the door, but was shut down. “Can I borrow your formal attire?” tanyakanya.
“You just take it,” Davis replied.
“Not you, but your wife,” errs George.
“For what?” Diora was already thinking strangely, if her husband's assistant turned a little.
“For your friend.” George pointed downstairs where Gabby was.
“Are you with Gabby here?” Diora frowned feeling that there was something strange about George who had been with Gabby several times.
“No need to ask a lot, just answer me may or may not borrow,” sergeant George cold. “You're wasting time,” decide.
“Bby,” sewot Diora. “There is in the lower room of a new outfit, just take it,” he added in an annoyed tone.
“Hmm ...” George came out.
“Your assistant is more annoying than you,” lamented Diora snorted bitterly.
“Again your husband I am not him, but he is the most reliable assistant.” Davis immediately carried his wife's innocent body towards the bathup to bathe together.
“What are you doing!” diora snapped as her husband's mischievous hands started playing again on his forehead.
“Continuing earlier,” said Davis continued to launch the action.
“You're here, didn't you hear your cold assistant's threat!” Diora threw out that burly hand. “He only gave us half an hour, I don't want to be dragged out with a position like this,” protested. She believes that a man like George never messes with her words, just like her husband always keeps his words.
Davis let out a disappointed sigh and got up to flutter in the shower. “Here I am the boss, why is my assistant more feared by my wife.”
Thirty minutes right, George was really back in the master room.
“Quick! You guys are so long.” George stared coldly at the two people who had just come out of the walk in closet.
“Are you not sick?” davis asked as he held his wife's forehead. “Not hot.” He frowned even more, perhaps because living with him who was arrogant could also transmit his nature.
Diora walked ahead of Davis. When he came across George, he gritted his teeth and stared intently at the cold man. Then melengos down to meet his best friend who was ready earlier.
“Don't you feel like he's weird?” ask Davis to George. The two men walked together.
“How do I know, she's your wife.” George pressed his shoulders.
“You've contacted Lord?”
“Already all.”
Diora's sharp gaze had already drawn to the two people whose path was so slow as a snail. “Quick! You guys are so long!” He repeats George's words as a syndicate, but in an upsetting tone.
Even Gabby was astonished by her best friend. “Why are you so grumpy?” tanyakanya.
“Who is angry? I'm just pissed with him.” Diora pointed at George.
“Come,” invites Davis to raise his left hand to have Diora hold on to him.
“Do not want, you just take your assistant, I want to be with Gabby only.” Directly holding his best friend's arm and passing ahead to the basement. I don't know why he's so easily upset these days, especially with George.
Davis just shook his head. “I think he hit something.”
Arriving in the basement, Diora immediately invited Gabby into Davis's car and sat in the back seat.
“Why did you come in here too? Use your own car,” Diora told George who had entered her car.
“He's the one driving,” Davis explained.
“Do not want, I do not want a car with him,” reject Diora while shaking her hand.
George looked at Davis and was answered with a nod. They ended up using their own car. Davis with Diora and George with Gabby. Of course with the drama made by Diora because Gabby is not willing to be with George.