My Rich Husband's
The Part 161
“This is unfair, why is your papa forgiven? While I'm not?” Davis still does not accept if he himself gets the punishment for the mistakes that have been made.
The man seemed so frustrated not to get forgiveness from his wife.
The soft, waving hand signaled to God to get closer to him.
“Papa, tell him, because you are my papa, my biological parents so there is no reason for me to hate.” Diora chose to whisper to God.
The woman did not seem to want her voice to be heard directly by her husband like when a nurse was the victim.
The Lord said what his son said, he slightly held back his laughter because the foul intentions of his son-in-law who wanted to pull him into the black valley were unsuccessful.
“But, I'm also your husband,” Davis protested with his face.
Again, the woman chose to whisper with the Lord.
“Your mistake was too much, you did the cunning, trapped Danzel, didn't wait beside me until I opened my eyes, and worst of all, you were waiting for another woman!” The Lord imitated exactly without being changed in the slightest.
A rough gust of breath came out from the nose of the thin hairy man around his face.
“I can explain, that woman Gwen saved you from an accident that almost took you and our baby. She was willing to sacrifice for you, I just thanked her and donated my blood for her because she was short of blood after the event. That's the reason I'm not next to you.” His heart komat kamit mumbled a prayer for his wife to accept his explanation.
“Stay, you're still wrong.”
The man's neat hair is now turned into a mess due to his own sturdy hand breaking the fabric.
“Then, what should I do to get your apologies?”
Diora seemed to think for a moment. “Bring me to the woman, I also want to thank her.”
“Me and Natalie go home first, you guys solve the problem yourself.” The Lord said goodbye because he had seen the tired murat on the beautiful face of his heart.
But before coming out, the Lord whispered something to his daughter and threw a smile at Davis who had no idea what he meant.
“So want to meet Gwen?” Diora replied with a nod.
Davis reached out his hand to help his wife stand up and was not rejected by Diora. He immediately sat his body until it was in a wheelchair that was available in the room.
The night breeze pierced Diora's skin. The woman rubbed her palms along the way to Gwen's room.
Davis who saw his wife cold immediately stopped his steps.
“Why stop? We have not arrived,” protest Diora without looking back.
Behind the woman's back, Davis was uncoating her suit. Locking the wheels so that the chair does not run on its own.
The man chose to stand before his wife, then crouched down to line himself up.
“For you not to get cold.” Davis covered his wife's body, at least his expensive suit can provide a bit of warmth.
Diora looked at her husband, receiving all the sweet treatment. His heart was very comfortable getting Davis' attention.
Their eyes clashed with each other as Davis raised his head. She smiled her smile and gently rubbed Diora's smooth cheeks. “I am handsome, to make you not blink to see me,” always.
Diora who was caught, instantly shifted her gaze and returned to her sulking mode. “Quick walk again! Otherwise, I'll walk by myself.” She didn't want her husband to see her red face.