Conqueror of the Casanova

Chapter.37 Don't Approach Me

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Diandra had just stopped his car in front of the house. He exhaled, as he saw that Gio's car was already parked there.

With a shunt step, he got out of the car and walked towards his house.

Gio who was talking to Eros inside the house, turned his gaze outside, when he heard the sound of Diandra's car.

He stood up and walked outside to welcome his wife.

Diandra ignored Gio's whereabouts, she only glanced at him while walking past him, without intending to open her voice or greet her husband.

“Dian?” Gio was speechless as he saw his wife staring at his face with cold eyes.

“I'm tired,” answered Diandra briefly, while continuing her steps, entering the house.

Up inside, his gaze was distracted at the figure of Eros who was still sitting in the living room.

Diandra looked at her father and stepped up to him. He stretched out his hand to kiss the back of his father's hand.

“You should also do the same to your husband,” said Eros, slightly advising his eldest son.

Diandra glanced at the glance of the middle-aged male face in front of her, with a cold gaze. Even if you look deeper, tucked gently that is hindered by his arrogance.

“It's okay, Dad. Maybe Dian is not used to it yet,” said Gio, interrupting the father and son.

Now Diandra takes a quick glance at Gio and then turns back to Eros.

“Listen to yourself, right?” he said, then chose to go to his room.

Eros, who was about to return to speaking, chose to clench his lips again, when he saw a gio who shook his head faintly at him.

The two men now only saw the woman's back that was getting away and finally disappeared blocked by the wall of the house.

“Why?” eros asked Gio, after the two sat back in the living room and made sure Diandra was no longer there.

Gio smiled faintly, he looked at the direction of the disappearance of the wife. Then, turn to the father-in-law.

“Leave it, Dad. I don't want him to do anything to me just because he was forced to,” replied Gio.

Eros exhaled tiredly, staring at the daughter-in-law's face that looked like her own choice. He was increasingly convinced by his choice to marry Gio and Diandra a few days ago.

Gio's mature-looking attitude was also very affectionate towards Diandra, making her calmer when entrusting her eldest son, to the man in front of her.

“Good. If you want it to, I will not be able to force,” said Eros, while sitting back.

Gio only nodded his head with a thin smile that always accompanied his every move. Even though in his heart it still stuck, about Diandra's past. However, he chose to find his own year, without involving his in-laws.

The man was also afraid, if he asked Diandra directly, it would make his wife misunderstand.

His wife's closed attitude to her past and present, makes Gio feel increasingly difficult to enter into the heart of Diandra.

Therefore, Gio decided to enter slowly, with a gentle and patient attitude that he was trying to show his wife. Hopefully, someday Diandra will open her heart to him.

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Meanwhile, inside the Diandra's room. The woman seemed to have just finished cleaning herself. Getting out of the bathroom, with a towel still wrapped around her body, blocked the intimate part that no one should see.

Walk to the closet to get a change of clothes. Without hesitation or suspicion, Diandra opened the towel and began to change her clothes, she who had forgotten her position as a wife, no one else would enter his room without knocking on the door.

Gio who had already seen the beautiful scenery in plain sight, could not lie to himself or pretend not to like all of it. For a moment, he stood stiff with his eyes unable to turn away even if it only lasted for a few seconds.

Diandra who did not realize that there was a man who had entered his room, moved casually without realizing a pair of eyes that were watching him with interest.

Gio realized from his shock, he also tried to neutralize the look of his face that looked flushed, like a girl who had just seen something embarrassing. The tray in his hand that almost slipped off, he used it as a handle.

Damn, why am I like someone who just saw a scene like this?! gio's wrath in the heart. He doesn't think with himself.

Dehem cleared his eyes, gesturing for Diandra about his presence. Walk towards the bed then, sit on the side while keeping a glass on the nightstand.

Diandra, who had just realized the presence of someone in her room, immediately closed back her body that was almost finished wearing clothes. Glanced sharply at the husband who was now sitting behind him.

“Why not knock on the door first?” diandra asked, with a voice that was getting colder.

His heart, which was run along with a nervous body, tried to cover it with a cold attitude. Continuing the activity of wearing clothes, when he saw Gio sitting behind him.

You fucking jerk! How dare he steal an opportunity from me, murmured Dianra.

Gio exhaled a rough breath, before answering his wife's question.

“I thought you were done, so I didn't knock on the door just yet. Here I bring you water and dinner.” Gio looked at the tray above the nightstand he had just kept.

Yes, just a moment ago, Gio first contacted Romi and asked if his wife had eaten dinner or not. Hearing that Diandra had not eaten at all, she took the initiative to bring dinner into the room.

Diandra turned around and looked at the tray containing the rice and the side dishes. Small squealing, without even holding onto all of it. Diandra chose to lie down against Gio on the bed then, pulling the blanket.

“I'm not hungry, you just eat it yourself,” said Diandra while starting to close your eyes.

Gio tilted his body, staring at the blanket covering the beautiful body of Diandra inside. For some reason his mind became creeping uncontrollably, at ridiculous things, given the perfect body shape of the wife.

‘Gosh, why can't I hold my body,’ Gosh, why can't I control my body, muttered Gio, shaking his head slowly, dispelling the dirty thoughts inside his head.

He switched on the tray that was above the nightstand. Exhales slowly, shifting his seat, to be next to his wife.

His hand was outstretched, about to touch Diandra's shoulder to tell her to eat first. However, he hesitated a little, with what he wanted to do, until finally the hand just hangs, on the shoulders of the wife.

Breathing deeply with your eyes closed, trying to convince yourself that this will not increase the distance between the two.

“Dian, let's get up first. I know you haven't had dinner,” Gio said, trying to seduce his wife.

Diandra flinched, her eyes closed tightening, though her hands seemed to be squeezing the blanket in front of her. Yes, there is a heart that suddenly just shy, when he found the warm touch of a large hand owned by her own husband.

“Dian?” Gio tried to shake his wife's shoulder, with his forehead tied.

Is it possible that he's sleeping this fast? ask in the heart.

“Honey, eat first yes. If you're mad at me, go ahead .. I don't mind. But, not all of that requires energy?” gio said again, getting closer to the woman beside him.

Gio knew, Diandra's body was reacting to a touch from him. Until he realized that his wife was not sleeping. Even ignorant thoughts began to spread, making Gio begin to launch his action.

Diandra opened her eyes, as the words of affection were spoken from Gio's lips, there was a sense of heat inside her chest, hearing the words that were an appeal.

“Don't call me that again, and don't come near me!” diandra said, while getting up and sitting next to Gio, looking at the man's face sharp and hunting breath, either out of anger, or too tired to hold the discomfort in his chest.

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