My Rich Husband's
Part 4's
“Sorry sir... I'm presumptuous, but I don't want tomorrow morning to find the body of a handsome man in front of my residence.” He said as he undressed the clothes Davis was wearing.
He began to lower the car seat to the head and tilt Davis' body as hard as he could. His body that had started to stiffen made it even heavier. Temperature warmers in cars, jackets, and thick blankets seemed to be less diluting Davis's blood that had begun to freeze.
“Sorry sir .. I just want to help your life,” permission. Then he laid his body against Davis and went into a blanket. He hugged Davis' body, natural heat began to flow from the meeting of the two skin. Davis' pale face and blue lips slowly faded.
“Gwen .. Are you that?” igau Davis's. He made that warm embrace. Like a dream to him, after a long time there was finally someone who hugged himself warmly.
“I'm not Gwen, I'm Diora,” says Diora. He raised his head to see if Davis had started to open his eyes or not. It turned out that it was just a delusion, Davis's eyes were still closed.
Diora Doris Dawson, twenty-year-old woman. Living alone and living independently in Finland, the grandmother who took care of her from the age of ten is dead. Not an orphan woman, but her father never treated and accepted her well. Finally, she had to be taken by her grandmother to Finland. As for his mother, he had never met since childhood. Whether his mother was alive or dead, healthy or sick Diora did not know.
Looks like this guy is heartbroken and going crazy until he wants to kill himself against a snowstorm tonight. Guess Diora.
Was my decision wrong to help her? If he wants to kill himself at least I don't have to help him. Why would I have to work so hard to help him if his goal was to die.
Ah stupid, if you want to die somewhere else, not in front of my place. I don't want to be questioned by the authorities if a body is found here. Suicide business think about it lately.
Diora closed her eyes to sleep, leaving Davis after the blizzard had subsided.
Looks like she was abandoned by her lover, oh what a shame you are, sir. Apparently there are also women who reject the charm of your good looks. But I will also refuse, there is no way I will wish my lover only for the sake of a handsome man who is crazy for love like him.
For a long time they embraced skin to skin. Until Diora had begun to lulled into dreamland. Davis regained consciousness and his blood began to flow back to normal.
After Davis opened his eyes, he really felt a hand curling around his body. “It turns out I didn't dream, there really is someone hugging me right now.” His heart began to warm up to get a warm treatment that he had not received for almost a decade. The last time someone hugged her was when her ex-boyfriend gave her a farewell.
“Whoever you are, thank you for saving me.” Davis kissed the sleeping top of Diora's head, not even feeling Davis kiss the top of her head.
Davis continued to sleep again. He really did not want the moment like this to end quickly. He misses a warm hug from someone.
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The sunlight began to penetrate the car glass, Diora began to open her eyes because of the glare. Hurriedly he let go of his embrace and confirmed his clothes. Before he got out of the car, he wrote a message to Davis. Luckily in the car was a book and a pen, so he could leave a message.
“Master, no matter how heavy your life problems, never think of suicide,” said Diora. Then he came out leaving Davis alone who still dreamed of being hugged by someone.
Diora didn't realize that in the car there was a black box that recorded everything last night until this morning.