My Rich Husband's
The Part 69

After a pair of newlyweds eat with drama. It even pissed Davis off. However, considering the woman who made him angry was the woman of his choice. The man did not rebuke Diora. Usually he who makes Diora upset, now the situation reverses in the man.

Davis cleaned himself up, soaking in a Jacuzzi prepared by Diora. As the woman's apology, for being disrespectful to her husband.

As for Diora, she seemed to be looking for something in the room. “Why there is only a bolster pillow in the bed,” grunted after searching for that soft object to create a defensive fortress like what he read in the novel. She forgot their covenant which required her to sleep in her husband's arms.

Diora looks in the fog when the bathroom door is opened. In a hurry he climbed onto the bed and covered his entire body with a blanket. Not forgetting he closed his eyes to look asleep.

Davis smiled at her smile, when she saw Diora's funny behavior. He watched everything the woman did as she opened the door.

“Hei wake.” Davis shook Diora's body, but the woman remained unmoved. “How dare you sleep ahead of your husband.” He pulled the blanket until Diora's body was no longer covered. Still, the woman was strong at acting asleep. “See ...your interior is sagging,” always.

Suddenly, Diora immediately woke up and covered her bottom with both hands. The reaction made Davis laugh out loud.

“You pranked me again,” grumbled Diora as she gritted her teeth.

“Is it as comfortable as my interior, so you don't want it to sag?” seductive Davis climbed into bed and leaned there.

“If there is another option, I will not use this yours,” elak Diora. He pulled back the blanket to cover his legs as well as Davis.

“Rest ... tomorrow we will go again,” Davis's edict leaves Diora confused. They had just come home from Paris and got married, just a few hours away.

“Honeymoon,” she replied, making Diora gawk.

“Why direct honeymoon? You should have tortured me first, just invited me honeymoon ..the story I often read about young masters getting married without being based on love like that all, he said,” protest Diora whose brain has been washed with every scene and event in the novel.

“What am I torturing you for? It'll just make you hate me,” as long as Davis ruffles Diora's hair.

Diora fell silent, and it was true what her husband said. If he was tortured, then he would hate Davis a lot and would have run away.

“Tap you ...” Diora was about to protest again, but stopped when Davis had already pushed her forehead.

“Your brain is too much tainted novel story, how many novels have you read and the same story?” ask Davis curiously. He believed that his wife was indoctrinated because her reading was always the same.

Diora seemed to count with her finger and pulled out her phone to see a list of her favorite stories. “A hundred ninety-nine,” he replied after counting all.

“And all the stories are the same?” Davis forcibly took Diora's cell phone.

“No, only emanating is similar to all,” explained Diora while also seeing what Davis will do with his phone.

“From now on, you I forbid reading novels! if I find you breaking it, then I will punish you.” Davis removed the online novel app from Diora's phone.