My Rich Husband's
The Part 50
Diora's eye cornea caught the authoritarian man who had just tied her to the agreement. The man who is currently sleeping under a thick blanket.
“Why he sleeps here,” murmured.
His body and mind were tired, he let Davis, who was sound asleep on the bed of his hotel room. He did not want to argue, his heart was in turmoil.
How he should explain about his sudden marriage to his best friend or with his ex-lover. Maybe they will think that Diora is pregnant with Davis, so married impromptu. Or he's the one who betrayed Danzel instead of his ex who betrayed him.
Diora doesn't want to sleep in one bed with Davis, she's still not ready. He picked up a thick jacket for him to use as a blanket. The sofa is her choice at the moment. Although it was narrow, it was at least enough for him to rest.
With gontai steps, he walked towards the sofa near the bed. Laying himself down, then curled up so that his whole body can be covered by a jacket that is not how big it is. Crying in silence, that was all he could do at this moment. Until he finally fell asleep.
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Davis awoke from his sleep from a dry feeling in his throat. He slowly opened his eyes, hoping that Diora would follow him to sleep next to him. But he did not find the woman.
His eyes swept across the room with minimal light, illuminated only by a lamp sleeping on the nightstand. His gaze stopped on the sofa right under the bed.
“Didn't he like it with me?.. Until he chose to sleep separately,” Davis with a little unpleasant feeling had slept asleep with a warm blanket without inviting Diora.
Davis got up from the bed, approaching Diora in slow steps so as not to disturb the woman's sleep. He crouched down right in front of Diora. Looking at the beautiful face in front of her.
“You cried,” his murmur saw Diora's puffy eyes. He rubbed Diora's eyes gently. Peck it right in the eyes that are closed.
The corner of Davis' lips lifted perfectly when Diora just squirms not disturbed by her behavior. Without permission as usual, Davis immediately carried Diora's body which to him was very light. Putting her body in bed and covering it.
Davis also immersed himself in the same blanket, after draining mineral water from the refrigerator provided by the hotel.
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The vibration of the phone on the nightstand woke Davis who was sleepy hugging Diora. It felt like he had only been asleep for a while, but in fact his eyes had been sleeping for six hours.
He went straight to the bathroom to clean himself up and prepare to make the journey back to Helsinki. Leaving Diora still asleep, she had no intention of waking the woman up.
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“Mama ...,” shouted Diora. The nightmare he always experienced made the woman wake up from her sleep with a sweat that had splashed on her face.
“That dream again,” muttered Diora, rubbed her face to remove the sweat, then sighed deeply.
“Hopefully not a bad sign,” hope.
He only realized that he had not slept on the sofa again after a while his life was collected. “What did he move me in bed?”
In a hurry Diora checked her clothes, afraid that Davis had done something not-no with her. Fortunately his clothes were still intact so he could breathe a sigh of relief.
Suddenly she felt heartbroken when she learned that Davis had not let her sleep on the couch and had not done anything that would make her hate Davis for life. It turned out that the authoritarian man was not as cruel as he thought.