Revenge On Crazy Husband
25. With a Little Tongue
After Larisa makes sure Bilal leaves, the woman exits her hotel room to Demetrio's hotel room. Thought Larisa she was resting because just now the doctor came to confirm the condition of her hand.
When Larisa came in, it turned out Demetrio was playing chess alone.
"How's your hand, honey?" larisa asked softly, complete with a beautiful sweet smile.
Demetrio who saw him laughed. It was funny when the two of them pretended not to know who did it.
"It hurts but it doesn't torture me." Demetrio hinted at Larisa sitting opposite him, naturally taking over the white chess piece. "Thank you for worrying after showing such a disgusting affair, My wife."
"It's just a kiss, with a little tongue."
Demetrio's smile is gone. "Then what about me? I don't think we ever kiss on the tongue, not even on the wedding day."
Larisa is smiling. "You want a tongue that your sister's tongue touched?"
"Your tongue is mine, dear. Even if it's dirty right now." Demetrio clearly showed a displeased impression.
That's not jealousy. It was just about him hating hers being owned by someone else yet Larisa remained amused. Insulting Demetrio was something that never bored Larisa.
"Talk about it," Demetrio closed the conversation about the tongue while moving his chess piece, "you know once again the thing asked is a child, right?"
"If the child is that easy to make, I think there are shelves for babies ready to live in the supermarket" Larisa replied. "Especially Lawrence's family wasn't just destroyed just because the baby wasn't born today. There's still Leadro and your other sister."
"Isn't that different?" Demetrio raised an eyebrow. "Son of me and of you. The combination that should be perfect."
Larisa laughed as her hand moved the white chess piece back. "Why is it perfect, my husband? I'm the woman you threw away and you picked up again for being forced."
The man even laughed. "What do you want to hear? I said you're very valuable and I've done a fool throw you—or you want me to be honest?"
Larisa smiled sweetly. "Lies are my favorite these days."
So Demetrio immediately said, "I'm sorry."
The man uttered it with an earnest regretful face but placed his king one box exactly before the white chess king, meaning he insisted on winning.
Larisa laughed again. He did not know if Demetrio looked at him too lightly even after all or he was deliberately fishing. But whatever, Larisa unhesitatingly raised her king before the black king.
"Sakmat" Larisa said to herself. There was a black pawn beside the king of Demetrio, so Larisa should have retreated.
Forward made him lose the game but showed off that he was up against Demetrio's victory.
Demetrio's expression changed somewhat. He stared at the chessboard that showed his victory but also the intention of Larisa losing in order to fight him.
Two years of short time but it seemed long enough for him to change completely, Demetrio thought. Then with pleasure.
Demetrio took the white fruit king and threw it away.
"You know the consequences of fighting me, right?" demetrio said to his wife. "Your fate will not be the same as this chess. Chess is different from humans."
Larisa learned how to smile under any conditions from Demetrio. Hence now Larisa was smiling because she knew it was annoying.
"I'm curious about something, Demetrio." Larisa. "You hate someone against you but why do you want me to fight you?"
Demetrio laughed at it. "You make it sound so special, honey. I'm sorry I let you down."
"What?" Larisa slightly frowned.
"I don't pick you up, you don't know that?" Demetrio. "I just told Henderson to go ask you if you want to marry me again or not. If you reject it, it's not even peanut shell to me. But you accepted it and I was amused by it. Youunderstand?"
In other words, this is all just a coincidence, including the matter of Demetrio paying attention to the changes in Larisa.
The man laughed even more amusedly looking at the anger on Larisa's face.
"Don't be too upset. At least now I care, right? I care about you right now."
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