My Rich Husband's
The Part 36
“Sok knows you are! Precisely the person who always thinks of the worst possibility is a person who is very careful and alert to the situation at hand,” elak Davis did not accept with Diora's words that indirectly call herself to have a bad nature. “Try you drink first, if nothing happens to you then I will drink it,”.
“Maha true young master with all his arrogance,” Diora sneered with both hands raised and slightly raised her head like one who was praying with the universe. Then he drank Davis' hot ginger that had turned warm. “Satisfied?” ketus Diora put the glass back on the table. “See ... nothing happened with me.”
“Good girl,” says Davis stroking Diora's head. Diora was astonished by her treatment and immediately held Davis' hand to stop doing so.
“I'll make you a new one,” suggested Diora was about to move but her hand was blocked by Davis.
“No need,” look Davis. “I'll drink this.” He took his glass and drank right on the lip of Diora which still looks a little bit of Diora saliva has not dried. “Drinking the former lips turned out to be more delicious.” He smiled at Diora who looked terrible to the Finnish-Melbourne woman.
What else to drink straight from your lips. Davis continues in the heart.
“You deliberately yes,” accuse Diora and answered a shoulder twitch by Davis.
Diora pursed her lips, both of her hands clenching the current omen she was extremely annoyed. It was the third drink that Davis drank right under his lips.
“So what's the honorable young master coming here?” diora asked with great emphasis on each word, not wanting to linger arguing again. Dealing with Davis made them forget about the uninvited guest's intentions.
“I want to offer you a deal,” Davis replied calmly then slightly raised the corner of his lips meaningfully.
“Deal?” Diora raised her next to her eyebrows. “What kind of deal is meant?”
“What terms?” The curious Diora began to be lured.
“You must marry me,” Davis replied right in front of Diora's frozen face.
Did God grant my prayers so soon. Diora spoke inwardly, remembering that the man who asked to marry her was always carrying a gun everywhere. Even when he was cleaning Davis' wet clothes, there was a gun in his pocket in his jacket.
“I will think about it,” said Diora, narrowing her eyes to look closely at the face of Davis she had thought of from last night, if ever met her but she did not remember. Because during a blizzard night, Davis' handsome face was overgrown with long feathers in his sturdy jaw. As for their second meeting, Davis had shaved the berewok to leave just one millimeter. Makes him look more handsome. “I'm like I've seen you,” murmured.
So he hasn't recognized me all this time? Good .. He won't know my weakness. Davis murmured in his heart.
“Your time is only two days left to think about it.” Davis looked at the circular Rolex watch in his hand, looking at the date on the watch. “If in two days you have no answer and you cannot change your car and two sets of clothes, then that day I will pick you up for the civil registry office,” he said steady with full confidence. He was sure that Diora would not be able to replace it with a short time.
“Two sets? Wasn't yesterday just one?” ask Diora astonished.
“Yes, plus my clothes that you were flirting with earlier,” Davis replied with a slightly mocking smile.
“Basic oppressor!”