My Rich Husband's
The Part 68
“Who teased you,” annoyed Diora. “You didn't prepare clothes for me, so I put on yours,” she explained as she walked back to avoid Davis whose face was already flushed like holding back the urge to be expelled.
“I have no time to buy you clothes,” Davis said, walking on without turning his eyes away from Diora's body which looks very tempting to pounce on.
“Stop ...” Diora gave a stop signal with her hand, tat when Davis was already a meter away from where she stood. “If you force me to have a husband and wife relationship, it means that you lost a bet with me. You admit you love me, if you do that now,” he explained, then gave a mocking smile.
“Who would do that,” elak Davis. “I just invite you to eat, because you are very long,” him while carrying the body of Diora's body goals that he thinks lightly.
Davis couldn't possibly have been willing to lose a bet. What else to bet with a woman. He would find a way for Diora to love him and tell him that line.
Diora was able to breathe a sigh of relief, she thought Davis's gaze was like wanting to pounce on her. So he was forced to threaten by reminding about their bets. Although he was a little embarrassed, because he was caught thinking of something that was not-no.
Slowly but surely, Davis stomped the marble floor and descended the stairs with great care. He placed Diora on his minimalist dining table chair.
“Why is the food only one?” diora asked with a surprised face.
“From now on, you should get used to eating one plate with me,” Davis replied, making Diora round her eyes and look at herself.
Diora snorted bitterly for the umpteenth time in one day. The man was really stingy, giving food to two people just couldn't. It's okay to think of eating one plate together, while not using the same spoon.
“This.” Diora gave Davis a spoon and fork, because on the plate there was only one.
“Why did you give me that?” Davis put the cutlery back in place.
“I ate with it.” Davis pointed at the spoon that was on the plate.
“Oh .. say dong if you want to use the one here, I'll take another spoon.” Diora's hands were already positioning to grab the concave metal.
“What are you doing?” madden Davis was impatient. Why the woman was so innocent like never eating a plate together with her ex-lover.
“I want to take this.” The spoon in Diora's hand was shaken to show that she was taking the object.
“Put again,” Davis said in her firm tone.
Diora pursed her lips, but her hand still returned the sunken object to its original place. “Then what should I eat? Hand wear?” the upset.
“You also ate put on it.” Davis took the spoon on the plate, then gave it to Diora.
“You are how, not very consistent ... you said you want to eat using this, now you give this to me,” protested Diora while scooping food and put it in her mouth, his stomach is very hungry now.
“Because I also eat with the same spoon as you, you have to bribe me,” explained Davis.
Making Diora chew food, spitting out her entire mouth into Davis's face. She was very surprised by her husband's words.
“You want to eat a plate together, not a spoon together .. You are very wishy-washy,” taunted Diora while helping to clean up Davis's face that she sprayed.