My Rich Husband's
The Part 66
“Silent, and according to him,” Davis said in a tone full of emphasis, as well as a face that did not show any expression. But his eyes were staring very hard.
Diora was completely silent, for some reason getting such a gaze made her not wrinkle at all.
The woman was enjoying the warmth of the water soaking her feet at this moment. It feels like being in therapy, the pain is slowly reduced. Even though he felt pain in his back leg.
Davis is still busy either taking what, while letting the woman for a while relax the legs.
After taking what he wanted to take, Davis returned with a box and a small towel.
“Is your leg still sore?” davis asked as he pulled Diora's foot out of the cooling water. He dried the wet skin with a towel.
“Lumayan ... I can do it myself.” Diora was about to take over the towel from Davis' hand, but the man was already looking at her again with his eagle eyes.
“You can according no!” the impatient Davis. He took the plaster from the health box he was carrying and closed the wound on Diora's heel as a result of using heels.
“Other times, you don't have to do that,” pinta Diora turned her face and set her breath.
The woman's heart health seems to need to be checked. Because, at this time Diora was feeling a great thump. Getting a little attention from Davis left him a little touched.
*Damn! Can lose my bet*, if he treats me like this continue. I don't want to fall in love with him first. Diora murmured in the heart.
“You forgot? you have no right to set me up!” davis exclaimed, not forgetting that he smiled his cynical smile. Then he returned all the items he took back to their original place.
“At least the arrogant and as good as that eel, I can make an excuse not to love him first,” muttered Diora while sharing a little smile leganya.
Diora got up from her seat, she was about to find a room for him to rest. The road is still a little limp, because he is not used to using heels, making him unable to bear the pressure caused by the high shoes. Even today, he still felt like he was using heels.
“Where is your room?” diora asked Davis who was still busy in the kitchen.
“I can walk by myself.” Diora rebelled to be taken down.
“You're not aware? Your path is limping,” rejects Davis as he walks towards his room on the second floor.
“I'm just limping, not paralyzed,” elak Diora pursed her lips.
Cup
A kiss landed perfectly on Diora's lips. Made the woman hit Davis in the chest.
“Why did you kiss me?” upset the woman.
“For you to be quiet,” reply Davis in his flat tone. “If you don't comply, I will really kiss you, not kiss you,” threatened.
Diora snorted bitterly, the man was always threatening her. It was as if threatening someone was his hobby and was ingrained.
“You can't, use your hand to open the door,” Davis said when they were in front of her room.
Both of his hands were holding Diora, making it difficult for her to open the handle. He could have put the woman down and opened the door. But he could not bear to see Diora who was holding back the pain in her leg.
“You can put me down first,” protest Diora. But his hand still opened the large wood in front of him.
Davis threw Diora's body into her soft mattress with a slight roughness. Until the woman's body bounces off like on a trampoline.
The man intentionally did so because he missed seeing Diora's annoyed face. Even though in one day, he had made his wife upset with the delicious nature of his speech.