My Rich Husband's
The Part 76

Diora shook her head and held back the cloth and handkerchief she was using did not fit the proper function.

The woman kept begging the villa attendant not to pick up objects that would save her from the fear of sun exposure.

However, the man in a typical bli bali dress remained undaunted to take back the black and white checkered patterned cloth perched on the head of a beautiful boule that he rated strange.

“Give it! I'll buy you a new one,” Davis said, he couldn't pull out his gun and threaten the villa clerk. He could be deported at this time if he gives a threat to the color of the Indonesian state.

“Not ... Please persuade the man not to take this cloth,” pinta Diora pleaded solemnly while shaking her head. Although his face was covered and there was no visible expression of what he was showing, his tone was clearly visible if the woman was frightened.

“Restore! It's not yours and it's not yours! You have no right to that thing! It's the same you stole it!” davis firmly with a sharp gaze unsheathed his wife.

Davis began to forcibly take the tablecloth and handkerchief. Then return it to the villa staff.

“Other times, if not yours don't you carelessly take!” davis counseled in a slightly snapping tone.

Diora's face has now started to whiten, her skin is like milk as if it does not have the color pigment that makes Davis not see the difference in the look of his wife.

Davis, as usual, began to close his eyes, covering them with sunglasses, as well as sleeping on the white sand.

While Diora, now her breath began to sting. It was as if the oxygen swirling around him could not enter his lungs easily.

A second later, Diora's body started to limp. He collapsed unconscious. Her head landed perfectly on the body of her husband like an elephant's trunk.

“Hey ... if you want to do that don't be here!” jolt Davis who now felt the cold heat on his body due to his manhood overpowered by his wife's head.

Diora remained unmoved, she kept her eyes closed and was not bothered by her husband's jolt.

“You sleeping?” Davis shook Diora's body, then turned her over because there was no response.

The man now realized that Diora's lips, which had been pink, had turned pale white.

Davis immediately held a pulse in his hand and neck. “His pulse is weakening,” his murmur.

Without saying much, the burly man who always held Diora forcibly lifted his wife lightly.

Davis ran very fast past the other tourists staring at him as if to find out what happened to him to such a rush.

“Call the most competent doctor now!” he said as he passed by the villa clerk. “If in one minute no doctor comes, I will flatten this villa!” threaten him with sharp eyes.

Davis laid down his wife's body very carefully. He held tightly to the hand with his fingers. Gently rubbed Diora's face, as if she didn't want anything bad to happen to the beautiful woman she had forced to marry.