My Rich Husband's
The Part 29
Diora turned her brain to think. There is no bloodshed because of his mistake. More precisely a mistake that was deliberately made for him.
Still fierce debate Davis with the more and more riders and swarming them.
“Do I have to do a scene like in a novel that I often read about an arrogant man exactly himself,” muttered Diora, get an idea of one of the scenes that always exist in the novel of the main character of the arrogant man. “Not ...” He shook his head. “But just the scene of the woman hugging an arrogant man to make him not angry anymore .. ah gosh .. I don't know what to do, I never deal with an arrogant man like her, I never deal with an arrogant man like her,” dialogue with yourself.
“Try me to do,” chirps George who heard Diora say.
“Are you crazy? Wherever I might hug her,” reject Diora. He pursed his lips irritated.
You've just hugged her with skin touching each other. I want George to say that, but seeing the attitude of Diora who seems to forget if ever give help in the form of a warm hug to her best friend, she did not say directly and only spoke in her heart.
“As for you, I'll make sure after this he really shot the guy,” George said scaringly. Pointing a fat man with his chin who is being helped by another rider to pull off the gun.
“Hishh ...” Diora clenched her lower upper teeth.
“For the sake of the neptune god I was forced to do the scene in the novel,” clawed Diora, raising her head to look up at the sky asking for the approval of the universe. “Hopefully succeeded,” please. But not even step foot, there is still a sense of doubt on him.
“You've been thinking too long!” cela George's. “Then you hugged him, you managed not to think back,” his advice without looking at Diora, he was excited to see Davis debate. “If you don't do it now, and make him shoot someone .. you will bear it.” He pointed at Diora with a cold look.
“Foolishness with shameless veins, than I have to endure,” witty Diora.
With a quick step, Diora approached Davis. Hugging from the front. Buried his chest-high body Davis on that burly body.
“Sayang ... please stop, I'm afraid,” said Diora softly, unconsciously saying a word of affection due to imitating the dialogue of one of the characters of the novel character he read and ringing in his brain.
Davis's left-hand reflex held Diora's back to return her embrace, while her right hand still held the gun.
“Don't be afraid, there's me,” great-grandson Davis. Slip on the back covered in that jacket. “See! You scared him, his hell pointed at the boisterous crowd of people blaming him with his right hand.
*You're the one who scares me, you arrogant man *... Damnit damnit! Doesn't this work. Groused Diora in the heart.
“We just leave here,” pinta Diora raised her head looking at the handsome face of Davis who looks fierce.
“I haven't taught them a lesson for challenging me,” refused Davis, lowering her head to look at the pretty face of Diora who was looking at her with a pleading gaze. Makes his heart run another marathon when his sharp eyes meet a beautiful gray blue sliced eye. “Alright,” he said coldly and immediately turned his face so as not to look at Diora again.
Diora was able to breathe a sigh of relief, finally succeeding. “Thank you novel, have given me a crazy idea,” murmured very slowly and will not be heard by Davis. Then let go of his embrace.