Revenge On Crazy Husband
21. As Planned

Demetrio tried hard to find clues but Larisa was really smart to hide everything. Today there must be something and Demetrio believes he should pretend to follow the scenario.

Demetrio's camel rode like it was without direction, but it definitely followed Sakra slowly.

Demetrio watched from a distance the young man only take a few pictures through the camera as if there was something interesting from the desert.

Just as Demetrio was about to descend from his camel, an arrow shot out from a distance. Demetrio was surprised, but instinctively he caught an arrow pointing at him while avoiding his body being hit by a target.

"Ugh." Demetrio. The tip of the arrow managed to stick in his arm, hitting Demetrio's bone directly.

Along with the hysterical cries of his guards, Demetrio turned towards the arrow coming. Seeing clearly a young man on horseback, holding a traditional bow.

"Young Master!"

"I'm fine" Demetrio said with great difficulty, because it's not okay. "As planned, Ayunda."

The sound of a helicopter suddenly sounded followed by the sound of a large caliber rifle being fired. But rather than care about it, Demetrio turned his head toward his wife, laughing to find her smiling.

"I know it," muttered Demetrio happily. "I know you're so exciting now."

While on Larisa's side, Demetrio's smile was completely as she expected. His arms were drenched in blood and his face was pale with pain, but Demetrio instead laughed pleasantly.

It was as if he discovered a game that he had been waiting for his entire life.

On Larisa's side, Leadro cengo. He was surprised to see the blood on Demetrio's arm but Leadro was confused because his brother even laughed.

"Demetrio—"

"Leadro." Larisa pulled her sister-in-law's arm to turn around.

Just now Leadro was jolted by the pull, the next thing was to take the life of Leadro while removing the laughter of Demetrio.

Larisa pulled Leadro's face and kissed him just like that.

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"IT'S BETTER TO ACCUSE ME OF BEING A MURDERER THAN THIS!"

Larisa stared at her lentic nails thinking if she came home later, she had to change the color of her nails to blacker.

"I can't just shut up." Leadro shook his head dramatically, stopped pacing and took a long breath. "Well, I'll tell Demetrio everything. I'll open it all because I never agreed to be your affair! Besides, I hate the taste of your lips!"

"So you remember the taste of my wife's lips?"

Leadro glared at horror. Rigidly the young man turned around, finding Demetrio standing at the door with a very, very frozen gaze.

Leadro's mouth instantly silent a thousand languages. While behind him, on the sofa relaxed, Larisa instead laughed.

Didn't Larisa say she wanted to make Demetrio misunderstand? And Larisa knows very well that Demetrio hates something that he already enjoys and is enjoyed by others.

Well, call him a miserly man. He hates to share. And obviously he hates being cheated on because it's the same as saying he's like everybody else.

"I can explain" said Leadro nervously. "Larisa only—"

"I won't let you say my wife's name again." Demetrio approached, touching Leadro's shoulder while bending over. "Enyah from here. I'll go home alone with my wife."

"Kakak—"

"Unfortunately, Demetrio," Larisa moved up, pulling Leadro's arm, "I promised to go home with Leadro so if you want to stay longer, do it yourself."

Leadro glared increasingly horror. But when he saw how Larisa smiled at Demetrio, Leadro knew he could not back down.

I have to make sure Big Brother kills this witch, Leadro murmured in his mind. That way he would believe that everything was misunderstood.

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