My Rich Husband's
The Part 162
The wheelchair went back. The corner of Diora's lips was slightly raised in light of her husband's sweet treatment. Inside there, his hand rubbed the maroon suit that enveloped his body.
The masculine fragrance from the perfume that was attached to the expensive cloth was gushing into his sense of smell. So soothing to the soul. Maybe the effect of his baby.
“Hei! It's not polite to just walk in.” Diora stopped the hand of her husband who wanted to directly open the door without knocking on it. “Like this first.” His fist touched the wooden box three times.
“Masuk ...” The sound that was not so loud came from inside the room.
“Well we open the door if it sounds authentic from within.”
Davis simply smiled, then he opened the door.
The beautiful faces of the two women were throwing smiles at each other.
“Hi, we meet again,” greet Diora after being beside Gwen.
Now Gwen has been transferred to a more decent and good nursing room again than the previous one.
“Nice to meet you,” says Gwen. “Why does one night come here?” tanyakanya.
“Just want to say hello.” Diora smiled for a moment. “Thank you for saving me. I'm sorry, because of me, you're as sick as you are today,” regrets. His head lowered without the heart to see Gwen's current condition.
“No need to hesitate, let's just say we're friends and I'm saving my good friend,” great-grandchild Gwen.
Gwen couldn't have said she did it because her mother wanted to put Diora's life at risk because she wanted to reunite herself with Davis. Can-can crack the relationship husband and wife that looks harmonious in his eyes.
“Alright, now you're my friend.” Diora gently stroked the hand full of wounds. Davis who witnessed it so happy, his former lover so get along with his wife.
“How are you doing?” ask Diora.
“Yes like this, my feet can't be moved.” Trying to review her smile to show that she is fine with her current condition.
“Sorry, all because of me.” Diora lowered her head, feeling guilty for the calamity that befell Gwen.
Gwen clasped Diora's hand, shaking her head slowly. “It's not your fault, besides your husband has given me the best handling. Just look at those nurses, your husband put them to look after me.”
Even Selena has been given a nanny by Davis as long as Gwen has not recovered.
“Your husband is too much,” jokes Gwen with a chuckle to melt the mood of Diora who looks moody.
“No, if necessary I will ask him to put more than that.” Diora looked at Davis asking for her husband's approval and answered a nod.
“Gosh ... This alone is enough, after all your husband wants to send me to England for treatment there.”
“Why so far to England?” Diora asked her husband.
“That's a recommendation from doctor.”
Diora nodded in understanding. “Hopefully you can get well there.”
After visiting Gwen, the couple returned to Diora's room. Davis immediately helped his wife to rest.
“Did you forgive me now?” ask Davis carefully.
“No, you should apologize with Danzel, you've hurt her.”
“Good.” Davis immediately put his suit back on, he looked so rushed.
“Where are you?”
“Meet Danzel, I'll apologize to her as you requested.”
“Tomorrow, would you leave me alone here? If something happens to me and your kids how is it?” Diora was upset with her husband.
Davis reopened his suit, breaking his intention to meet his former rival. He chose to sit on the side of the bed.
“Sleep, I'll take care of you.”
Snorting as bad as Diora, her husband should immediately join her down beside her. Hugging it provides warmth and comfort. Instead of sitting with your hands folded on your chest.