My Rich Husband's
The Part 67
“If you just want to piss me off, you better let me walk alone.” Diora folded her hands together on her chest, snorted in annoyance and pursed her lips.
Davis did not answer Diora's rant, he only smiled at her. The man was satisfied, already looking at the facial expression that made him addicted to pranking his wife on and on.
“Come out ... I want to clean myself up,” get rid of Diora flicking her hand.
Davis simply put a meaningful smile on his lips. He walked towards Diora, positioning himself to sit beside the woman. His body was getting closer to his wife's. Then his hand he pointed behind Diora's back.
Diora held her breath so as not to get carried away by that thrilling atmosphere. Now his mind has thought of the no-no.
“What are you doing?” reprimanded Diora as their faces faced each other and felt her husband's burly hands touching her back.
“I just helped you open the zipper,” Davis said. He immediately pushed his wife's forehead after successfully lowering the zipper of Diora's dress.
Diora breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Davis would force her to serve on the bed right now.
“Mandah, I'll make dinner for us.” Davis stretched his legs, walked out of the room and headed for the kitchen.
Diora got out of bed, then headed for the bathroom in the room. Instantly he was amazed by what he saw. The bathroom is so spacious, elegant, and luxurious. Even the lights use crystal lamps.
Diora immersed herself in a jacuzzi filled with warm water. He was wearing Davis' shampoo and soap there. After twenty years, he could finally feel the bath in that fantastically precious pond.
“What is really all this design?” muttered Diora still can't believe that Davis can design a residence as good as this.
After finishing cleaning, the woman stepped out, the goal is to walk in closet which is not far from the bathroom.
Diora opened one by one the doors of the great cupboard, while circulating her gaze to find where her husband had put his clothes for her.
“Why isn't there a single woman's shirt?” his grunts after opening all the doors but did not find any of his clothes.
Destroyed his expectations of the young master whom he thought was the same as in the novel. Her husband did not prepare any change of clothes for her.
With a loud snort, he picked up the original Davis T-shirt to wear. Instead of not wearing clothes, it is better to use only her husband's.
Plain white t-shirts are oversize when worn Diora. That was his choice. The woman tried to find pants that fit her. But nothing, everything is great.
With a heavy heart, he only wore a plain white shirt and borrowed the interior of Davis who looks new, because it is still in the box.
“Did you faint? Why are you so long,” scolded Davis with his heavy voice echoing in the room containing his clothes, accessories, shoes, and bags.
“What are your eyes myopic? Obviously I am still standing firm,” reproach Diora pointed at her.
Glacier ...
Davis swallowed his saliva. The sight before him made something that fell asleep and shriveled suddenly thrashed asking to be expelled.
“Are you trying to tease me?” the accusation was as he walked with a longed gaze toward Diora.