My Rich Husband's
Part 5's
The sound of the car's windshield was heard very loud in Davis' ear. So comfortable he slept hugged Diora until he did not realize that the day had begun to go to noon. The officer in charge of opening the road had already started to act.
“Tuan .. please marginalize the car because it blocks our way to open a pile of snow,” ask the road opening officer when Davis has lowered the glass of his car door.
“Sorry,” reply is short. He drove his car to the side of the road where the snow had cleared.
Davis re-enforced his car seat and re-tidied his exposed clothes, covered only with a jacket and blanket.
His eyes swept across the car and on the streets around, he looked for the whereabouts of the woman last night. Wish I could find him. His eyes stopped when he saw a piece of paper on the dashboard of the car.
“Master, if you want to die, please do not kill yourself here, look elsewhere.” Davis reads a short message left by Diora.
The corner of Davis' lips curved after reading it, like reading a love message. “Who also wants to kill himself,” murmured Davis.
Davis drove the car to his penthouse after the road was passed. Along the way he smiled, it felt like he had not smiled for a long time.
“Where have you been? Didn't I tell you not to come out last night,” George. Since the snow subsided, George has been coming to the Davis penthouse because he was worried about his condition. Of course, he had the approval of his girlfriend.
“Meet an angel,” Davis replied without regard to George's expression that was grumbling. A happy smile was etched beautifully on Davis' handsome face. He landed his body on his soft sofa.
George who wanted to be angry because his appeal was not heeded, melted already after seeing Davis's smile that he had never seen for a long time.
“Do you have a fever? Or are you dreaming?” ask George. He put his hand on Davis's forehead. “Very cold of your body, what are you doing out there?” cecar George is worried.
Davis did not answer, but he still smiled at the thought of last night. If he hadn't come out challenging a blizzard, he probably wouldn't have met an angel.
“You want me to make shark food yes!” davis didn't get a slap and a burst of water.
“Finally go also valak from your body.” George thrust a tissue to wipe the water on Davis' face.
“You think I'm possessed!” murmur Davis. He took a rough tissue and wiped his face.
“Maybe, since you came home you're strange as never. I thought you were possessed by a valve from the road,” George replied. “You are warm? Your body is so cold,” bargain George.
Davis crossed his arms. “Don't even dare to hug me you.”
George rolled his eyes lazily, who would want to hug Davis. Even in an emergency, he would rather hug an electric pole than an arrogant man like Davis.
“Keep that weightless mind of yours! Warm by which I mean drink, maybe you want hot tea or hot coffee or hot ginger,” ralat George.
Davis who was caught thinking strangely was ordinary, there was no shame or awkward in the least. “Jahe hot only.”
It did not take long, in just three minutes hot ginger was presented before Davis.
“Thanks,” says Davis. He immediately drank hot ginger before two minutes and then turned into ice ginger because the weather was cold.
“Warm, though not as warm as his embrace,” murmured Davis.
“Whose call?”