My Rich Husband's
The Part 65
“You are not romantic at all,” despise Diora while pursing her lips. “You who married me, why did you tell the man who deserved to live in Antarctica to buy me a ring,” his grunts.
“Because he's my assistant,” timpal Davis.
“Although he is your assistant, but the one who married me is you.” Diora pointed at Davis. “Not him,” he added while pointing towards George. “We should be the ones looking for the ring,” protest Diora. Just like George thought.
“You better continue your debate at home, because it is now midnight,” George proposed with a tone and flat face while looking at the clock branded Richard Mille coiled in his hand.
“Ayo.” Davis reached out his hand to help Diora stand up. “Tomorrow we find the ring, there is no need for you to pursed your lips like a duck's mouth,” he added with a little insult.
Diora gave a loud snort, she immediately got up from her seat without accepting Davis's hand. With a slightly limp step like enduring pain, he walked step by step.
Diora's strange way of walking did not escape the sight of a Davis. Without saying much, the man immediately carried a bridal style. They are in fact newlyweds.
“You can not just once if you want to do something,” grumbled Diora. He did not rebel at all, because he felt very sick in his legs.
“No,” Davis said with a fixed gaze forward.
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Davis takes Diora home to her penthouse. A pretty nice place to live for his little family.
“I thought you were a rich young master with a vast house of acres, you were just like an ordinary person, only you lived in a large penthouse,” as always Diora while releasing her heels.
“No need, why stay in a big house if only two,” timpal Diora.
Diora's eyes circulated throughout the room, admiring Davis's penthouse. The masculine-style residential design with predominant gray color is perfect for Davis's arrogant personality. As someone who is struggling in the field of architecture, he will give two thumbs up for his designer.
“Who made this design of your residence?” tanya Diora was still admiring the work in front of her.
“Why?” Davis held Diora's shoulder to take her to the sofa. “Sit,” his word while sitting the woman.
“I want to praise his work, I will give you two thumbs up.. I really like this design,” Diora said staring at Davis's back who was busy either taking what. Then he went back to looking side by side at each room.
“You just give it to me,” Davis chirps.
Davis walked towards Diora with a large round container. He placed a container of warm water that had been given a saline solution under the feet of Diora.
“Why should I give it to you? I want to meet the designer directly ... and want to learn with him.” Diora continued to observe the surrounding conditions until she did not know Davis had placed a basin in front of her.
“Because I made it,” explained Davis. He cleansed Diora's feet with his hands, then soaked Diora's feet into the water she provided.
“What are you doing?” Diora seemed surprised by Davis' treatment which she thought was very attentive. It was truly unlike what he had often read about the arrogant young master.