My Rich Husband's
The Part 98
“How dare you insult me!” Sanchez stood up while breaking the table. He was about to slap Diora, but his hand was blocked by Davis.
“How dare you touch my wife, I kill you right now!” threatening Davis violently throws Sanchez's hand.
Sanchez was unable to twitch, Davis's grip so strong that it left a red mark on his hand, eyes so terrifyingly staring at him, and the intonation of such a serious voice made the sharp-mouthed man tremble withstanding fear. It was so different from Davis that he knew in the past.
“Let's go,” take Sanchez to his wife.
“But, we haven't ordered a meal,” reject Gwen. To be honest, he really misses seeing his ex-girlfriend, when else he could see Davis if not now.
“Come!” Sanchez started to forcefully pull Gwen away.
“If you want to go, go alone! No need for you to force and be rude with women!” Davis broke the debate. He could not see the look on Gwen's face that was so pain-resistant getting rough treatment.
“No need to interfere in my household affairs!” raung Sanchez's. “I have no appetite for food with you.”
Davis smiled at his snide smile. “Didn't you just want to take me out to eat together?”
“I'm changing my mind now,” it's Sanchez who's ready to go.
“Ohh .. It turns out you're a man who can't be held by his nonsense yes.”
“Shut up! I'll teach you a lesson after this!” threaten Sanchez before passing away leaving Davis and Diora. He planned a proper retaliation for today's events.
Davis just raised the corner of his lips slightly as if ridiculing. Before Sanchez bothers him, he will destroy the man first.
Davis and Diora.
“You, it's okay?” davis asked Diora who looked dreamy.
“Hei ...” Davis shook his wife's body because he didn't get an answer.
“A-what?” Diora regained consciousness from her daydream.
“You daydreaming?”
“No, I just permeate your debate,” please Diora. Scratching his throat that does not itch, he is ashamed to be found daydreaming.
“Order food, we eat here only,” Davis said while giving a menu book.
“Hmm.”
They finally ate together quietly, peacefully, comfortably, and peacefully.
...........
At Davis's penthouse, they were ready for a break. Davis started a conversation.
“Which word? A lot of men with a woman's mouth said,” Diora replied as she pulled a blanket to cover their bodies.
“Corruption,” Bright Davis.
“No, why do I trust the words of the mouth of a man like himself.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course, a relationship without trust will not be solid.”
If you knew I was using a sneaky way to get you, would you still believe me?
“Why are you daydreaming?” Diora patted Davis on the cheek to wake up.
“Who's daydreaming?”
“You.”
“I'm not daydreaming, I'm training how strong my eyes don't blink,” elak Davis accordingly.
“There-There's just you it.” Diora was ready to break her body.
“Can I call you my wife?”
“Bby, not bad call.” Diora twirled her eyeballs to think. “Then I have to call you what?”
“My love.”
“My love? Not bad.” Diora who already has the vibrations of love does not reject the call, maybe by giving each other affectionate calls will make their relationship closer.
“Hmm my wife?” Davis tried to call out in such a stiff voice. It was not suitable for him to say it.
“Hmm.” With closed eyes Diora tried to respond.
“If I do something sneaky, will you forgive me?”
“No, I don't like people who do sneaky.”
Davis swallowed his saliva. Do not let his actions be heard in the ear of his wife.
“Sleep, I'm going to the workspace, there's work I have to do.”
He peeked his wife's forehead deeply before he passed out of the room.