Conqueror of the Casanova

Chapter.38 Betting

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“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.

Gio grimaced, hearing the sarcastic words from his wife. He simply smiled as he took out a plate containing the Diandra dinner menu.

“Good. Now you eat first, yeah. Or do I want to call you baby again?” gio said, slightly teasing his wife.

Diandra glanced sharply at Gio, while grimacing lazily. Her hand took the plate in her husband's hand, in a rough motion, so that the food in it almost spilled, if Gio did not sputter, holding his wife's hand.

“Slow down, no one will snatch your food,” he said with a small chuckle.

“You think I'm that greedy?!” Diandra did not accept Gio's words.

“No, I never thought so,” denied Gio, with lips still smelling his smile.

“Already, let's eat. Or do I want a bribe?” gio asked, extending his hand, about to take over the plate in Diandra's hand again.

“No need. I can still be alone! You think I'm a sick person, to the point of not being able to eat alone!” Diandra kept the plate in her hand away from Gio.

He immediately fed the food that was there into his mouth.

Gio who saw that, only smiled while shaking his head slowly. His heart warmed, even with just a small debate like this. Whether it was the happiness he felt right now, perhaps only he could feel it.

“Smart child,” he said softly, while getting down again from the bed and moving to the bathroom.

Diandra saw the steady back of the husband who was now getting away, from the tip of his eyes. He secretly notices every attitude Gio shows him. There was a pain in the corner of his heart, whenever he was rude or rejected the man.

However, all that he just ignored. Diandra preferred to remain on the path he had chosen a few years ago. Choosing to ignore men again, and walking alone without expecting a relationship.

Consider the status of the household, just as writing on paper, without wanting to consider more, even hoping for something.

After seeing the bathroom door tightly closed, she turned to the food on her plate. Frowning, when he felt it was not the cuisine made by the mother or Yaya.

“What did he buy it outside?” murmured Diandra, while again feeding a spoonful of food in his mouth.

Clutching his head slowly, dispelling any prejudices in his mind and choosing to eat the food, before Gio turned to him again.

Bodo very, he wants to buy from where, after all it does not taste bad to eat, murmured Diandra in the heart.

A while later, Gio walked out of the bathroom, he smiled brightly, as he saw that the food on the plate was gone.

“How does it taste, good no?” asked Gio with a face of sumringah.

Take the plate in Diandra's hand and put it back on the nightstand. Instead, take the glass and thrust it at the wife.

“What's your business, whether it's good or not. The important thing is that I have eaten everything,” replied Diandra, while receiving a glass from Gio's hand and drinking it.

“There's dong, if you think it's good. Means you like the food I make,” said Gio, easily.

“Uhukh!” Diandra choked on the drinking water, when he heard Gio's words.

“Hey, drink slowly. I won't ask for your drink,” Gio said as he patted Diandra's back slowly.

All that he did was unconsciously, as well as Diandra who had unknowingly let Gio do all that to him. He was just busy muffling the pain in his throat from choking.

“You cooked by yourself?” diandra asked, while looking at Gio with a frown.

“Yes, even though I'm not as smart as Ares,” replied Gio.

Last afternoon, he deliberately helped Lisna cook in the kitchen, as well as many questions about the various habits and favorite foods of Diandra, in-laws.

If I knew the food was made by this man, I wouldn't eat! diandra's wrath in the heart.

He chose to lay back his body, then pulled the blanket up to almost drown his body, and closed his eyes by turning his back on Gio.

“I know you like, the proof is that everything is gone. If so from now on I will cook for you, how?” gio asked, trying to see his wife's face.

“No need, you will only do things in vain. Because, until any time, to me you are nothing!” reject Diandra with a rude speech. He even spoke without changing his position.

Gio smiled, he was trying to withstand the blow in the heart that felt stifling to the chest. With all his might he refrained from continuing to be patient with his wife.

Is this a punishment for me, because all this time has been playing with a lot of women out there? If it is true, then I will live it with a firmness of heart. I'm sure I can touch her heart later. Gio muttered inwardly, trying to encourage himself.

All this time he has hurt too much women, maybe even himself has forgotten who he has ever been in contact with. All of that made Gio aware and try to accept everything he was now living.

He assumed that this was a punishment or perhaps a karma that he had to endure because of his past. Even so, he never regretted doing all that. Because, what he did never harmed the woman he was dating.

Any woman who is in a relationship with him, he will indulge in using abundant materials and various advantages in various places because of his connections and considerable influence.

“Really? I'm just gonna try. The result, we can see at the end. I will give up first, or you will melt with my charm.” Gio spoke confidently.

“Alright, we bet ... who will fall first, me or you?”

As if Gio did not see his wife who had closed his eyes, he continued to speak.

Long getting no answer from the woman before him, Gio finally gave up.

“Because you are silent, I assume you agree. And I make sure I will win him at the end,” he said with a confident tone.

He chose to get back out of bed and went to put the plates and glasses back into the kitchen.

As the sound of the door closed, Diandra reopened the blanket and with a blank look.

“Why don't you just give up? I don't believe in love. To me you are just a stranger forcing yourself into my life, without knowing what I have been through,” muttered Diandra, imagining her husband's face.

“All your efforts will only add to your pain. Because, I would never assume you existed .... Once a stranger, it will stay that way until anytime,”.

Without feeling a single drop of tears fell soaking the temple, for what reason, Diandra himself did not know.

Outside, Gio stood for a moment in front of the door. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, trying to convince myself to keep fighting for the household that had even just been intertwined.

“I will keep trying to make you understand, what is my love and affection,” muttered with a sad look.

Glancing at the door that was already tightly shut, as if he could still see Diandra inside there. Then walk back further and further away.

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