The Revenge of the President
Chapter 18 Conscious, Arshila!

Hospitals.

Arshila's been getting treatment. He was still unconscious and lay with a needle drip.

Dave, meanwhile, is on the roof of the hospital. Five of his men, standing tall.

"I told you not to touch it."

Bugh!

"Sorry, Sir. We just want to scare him."

"By hitting and getting him hurt?" Dave kicked his leg. "In fact, undress her. What do you guys want to do? Isn't destroying his stuff enough."

Bugh!

"I'm sorry, we're Mister. We made a mistake, please forgive us."

One of them grimaced in pain.

"Tian, take care of them."

Dave did not answer, he walked away, handed everything to his secretary. He's back, heading to Arshila's treatment room.

Ceklek, the door is open. He saw that the woman was still lying with her eyes still closed.

He sat on the couch, grabbing a cell phone in his pocket.

"Find me, ladies' clothes."

"Good, Sir. Size?"

"Size?" Staring Arshila. "I don't know."

Dave disconnects the phone, looking for a comfortable sleeping position. But, after all, the sofa does not fit the body. His legs are long, dangling out.

"Well!" Sighs, then gazes at the hospital bed where Arshila is lying.

Without thinking, he went up. Sleep hugging, which was somehow a sense of resentment in his heart like yawning or perhaps being forgotten by him.

By morning, Arshila blinked her eyes, her eyes locked onto Dave's face, who was sleeping on a pillow with her.

Just a few inches away, the man's lips touched his face.

Arshila closed her eyes again as the door opened.

Secretary Tian, carrying a paper bag, put it on the table without making a sound. Then, get back out of the room.

Arshila opened her eyes, still not daring to move because it could wake the man beside her who was still sleeping. He stared at the extremely handsome face, asleep with a subtle snoring that sounded.

Arshila averted her gaze, closing her eyes as her tears fell. She remembered her ex-husband. A warm hug that he could no longer feel. His heart grew sicker, as his mind glared. How other women sleep on their beds.

I hate you, Mas

He cried again without a sound, only tears, which kept dripping down from the corner of his eyes.

Dave woke up, when his face was wet. He stared at the tears Arshila was dripping down, the woman was crying, without making a sound.

You cried? In fact, that's not how much.

Pretending to sleep, Dave grabbed Arshila's body tightly around him. I don't know why, Arshila is so comfortable. Maybe it's getting carried away or maybe missing someone's hug.

The door of the room reopened, secretary Tian entered, still silent, he placed the dining box on the table. Sit waiting, playing his phone. His gaze did not look at the patient at all.

Dave was still in the position of pretending to be asleep, while Arshila was already uncomfortable with Tian's presence. He held Dave's hand, which was coiled around his waist.

"Emm..."

"Master," great-grandson of Arshila.

"Hm."

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Dave opened his eyes, propping up his head with his right hand.

"Good morning, cup."

Arshila widened, a warm kiss landed on the cheek. What the hell is he doing? That was the meaning of his gaze at this moment. Arshila got up straight away, pushed the infusion pole, went inside the bathroom.

"Have you taken care of them?"

Sitting near his secretary, grabbed a water bottle and sipped it.

"Already, Sir. I'm bringing your clothes to the office today and women's clothes."

"Hm." Putting water bottle. "What is the information of the woman?"

"Nothing, Sir. It's the same when they're not married."

"Tell him, not to forget the duty, just because he married his former lover."

"Good."

"Wait, I'm parked. I'll be ready."

Tian lowered his head, before leaving. At the same time, Arshila came out of the bathroom.

"Master, no breakfast?"

Dave walked over. "Are you still not used to calling my name?"

"Sorry, I'll try."

Dave again lands a kiss, which leaves Arshila gasped for a sudden attack. That guy, get in the bathroom.

Hey, don't beat like that.

He held his chest, lying back down with a feeling of unease.

"Remember, Shi. Don't trust anyone."

Her memory is still filled with Aunt Nessa's messages. The message that makes him have to be careful at the ready, Dave meant.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Only use a towel wrapped around the waist. His body was still wet and water was still falling dripping from his hair.

Arshila did not reply, her eyes too busy staring at the perfect creation of God.

"Are you okay?"

Suddenly, Dave's face was already a few inches away from him. The still wet water from her hair fell dripping on Arshila's hand.

"B .. Aye." Yeah."

Dave sneers cunningly, without warning, ******* Arshila's lips.

"Emm..."

Both dissolve in lust, Arshila who has not been getting a touch for a long time, enjoy.

"Master,"

"Call my name, baby."

The kiss, now down on the neck. Dave's hand has entered behind the clothes used by Arshila.

"Dave, uh!" He sighed "Please stop."

Arshila's lips spoke, but her body said something else. He asked for more.

Dave was still aware of what he was doing. Stopping the kiss, then stand up slowly.

"Sorry," he said.

Arshila nodded, turning her eyes in embarrassment.

"Breakfast." Give her the lunchbox, then go back to the bathroom.

Arshila stroked her lips, which were still wet. His heart is beating faster. He cannot deny it if he enjoys it.

Awake, Shi. Consciously, remember your status.

Thus, he slapped himself with reality. He was an ex-con and a woman who had been married. He has no right, to get anything higher, than he can achieve.

The bathroom door opened, Dave was already wearing a suit, walking over with a smile.

"I'll be back, at lunchtime."

"No need, I don't want to trouble you. I can do it myself."

Arshila turned her eyes back, the man in front of her was too difficult to resist, even though he was trying to wake himself up.

"Well, call me, if you need anything."

Dave again landed a kiss on Arshila's forehead without warning.

The man, walking away, closed the door before finally disappearing.

Arshila heaved a sigh of relief, starting to enjoy breakfast with erratic thoughts.

No, I should avoid it. Reminds myself again.

Arshila still hasn't forgotten her ex-husband, nor is she ready for a new relationship.

Dave is a good guy, he thought. But he was still a stranger, whom he had only known for a few days. In addition, Dave's status doesn't seem to be just anyone. Seen from the way of dress, luxury items attached to his body, do not forget a man who always follows him.

His breakfast was over, along with his wandering mind. He put down the lunchbox, grabbed a water bottle.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

A woman, who seems to be aged like Nesa's aunt. Enter with a smile, in his hand carrying a plastic bag, I don't know what it contains.

He lowered his head, saluted and Arshila did the same.

"Good morning, Miss. My name is Grace. I will accompany Miss, until young master returns."

Deg.

True allegations. He's not an ordinary man.