My Rich Husband's
Part 43's
Danzel threw Davis' perfectly circular hand on Diora's shoulder. “Get your hands off!” yells.
Davis pulled the gun out of his jacket pocket and aimed it at Danzel's head. “You challenge me?” The sharp and deadly gaze of Davis hunuskan.
The atmosphere in the private room was no longer hot, but gripping. Even Diora, Gabby, and Steve were taken aback by the arrival of the arrogant man who suddenly came and now threatened Danzel's safety.
Steve immediately confronted Danzel's body with his body to protect his master's body.
While Diora, her body trembled in fear. Afraid that the man he still loved would be held to his life right in front of him. He gets up and pulls Davis's hand to get her out of there, keeping her away from her ex-lover.
But not strong, Davis did not move a bit. Precisely now reversed, it was Dior who was pulled by Davis until he was in Davis's arms.
Davis wants to show everyone that Diora is just his. “Tell him, who am I!” he said with emphasis. Without turning his eyes away from Danzel.
Diora seemed to think, who was the man who always made her can die standing at any time because of fear. He did not know his name, had met several times but never once met. “I don't know your name,” chirps innocently.
Davis's gaze now turned sharply to Diora, whom he held close, he could feel Diora's body trembling in fear. “Tell him I'm your future husband!” her word.
“He's my future husband,” said Diora in a soft tone a little hesitant.
Danzel got rid of Steve's body that was blocking him. “Do not lie!” suddenly, Diora's hand was pulled out of Davis's arms. He could hear that Diora was hesitant when she said that.
“Tell him out loud!” davis exclaimed, pulling Diora by the hand but the other hand kept the gun pointed at Danzel's head. Diora's attraction between Davis and Danzel. “Say!” reiterate because Diora seemed to be silent in fear of her current situation.
“He's my future husband,” loud Diora repeated it.
“Listen to it!” Davis pulls Diora until Danzel's hand is removed from Diora's.
“Do as during our debate on the road,” pinta Davis. He wanted to make it clear that he too belonged to Diora.
Diora exhaled, then hugged Davis. “Honey, I'm afraid,” he said softly, even only can be heard by Davis.
“More hard!” Davis pressured Diora not to hesitate when speaking.
“Honey, I'm afraid,” cried Diora repeating.
Davis dropped the gun. “Listen! He's just mine,” he said with great emphasis.
Danzel's jaw hardened to hear it, not because of Diora's words. But because Davis puts pressure and coercion on the woman he loves. He held onto the jacket Davis wore, giving a sharp look he never let out. “You can't force him!”
The gun, which was still in Davis's hands, he pointed right at Danzel's temple. Diora even cried in fear.
“I beg you, get out of here,” the door with a sob.
Davis could not bear to see Diora filled with tears, it was better he saw Diora's upset face than to see her sad face.
Without saying much, Davis took off Danzel's hand and grabbed Diora's bag next to the chair. Then tightly clasped Diora's hand and pulled her out.
Gabby who had earlier still digested the incident in front of his eyes so that he could not say anything because of his shock. Surprised that she never knew Diora knew a horrible man like Davis. It dawned when Diora was at the door. “You want to take Diora where!” his yell.
Diora looked back for a moment. Giving a smile to Gabby with the sense that she will be fine.