I'M THE ONE WHO'S KEPT

CHAPTER 284

Deborah chuckles. "It may be because it's made by you that's why it's delicious.."

"Don't praise me later I'm arrogant.." Dion moved his hand forbid

The two laughed together.

"Yes.. Huh.. It's half 3 in the morning.." Dion glanced at Debora's room wall clock.

"Yes.. You want to go back to sleep.. Sleep on.." Tawar Debora's.

"You sleep how Bora.. I can't sleep.. I couldn't sleep." Dion rubbed his eyes.

"Huh..? How can..?" Deborah asked with her mouth full of cake.

"Yes.. I tried that from before.. But still I can't sleep. I have a habit of Bora. I'm used to my blanket, its softness and fragrance. So if I'm where I'm taking the blanket.. Even if I'm in service.. I brought it too, for sure I should sleep in the hotel." Her story.

"Oohhh.. So now you can't sleep..?" Deborah sipped her milk.

"Yes that's it.. I opened the window and couldn't sleep.. Uh I heard you were nauseous.." Dion took Deborah's biscuit and put it in her mouth.

"Eemm honey flavor.." Mumbled Dion

"Aaahh?" Deborah gaping.

"Quiet down.. I'm not gonna get pregnant.." Tweet Dion.

"Good god this man.." Deborah was very pleased with Dion being with her.

The jokes and laughter that Dion made the joke, the smile and laughter were etched beautifully on Deborah's lips.

Dion tells a lot about his kiss and Hery when still not who. Deborah was so happy to hear it because everything Dion told me was so funny.

"Well.. That's how I and Hery can be good friends even after you have the busyness of each of us rarely meet let alone say hello." Deborah nodded in understanding.

"Hmmm, I'd better find a way to sleep.. Do you have anything I can borrow Bora for..? Deborah thinks.

Deborah thought for a moment. "Yes, because you made me some really good milk, so be it.. I don't know what your blanket is but you can look in that closet who knows if it's the same or exactly like your blanket.." Dion glanced at Debora's big closet.

"Issshh is okay.. Look for it, it's not unloading.. It's vane.." Dion.

"OK okay.. I'm trying to find.." Dion got up from his seat.

"That next is my shirt.. Oh yeah don't open the one at the bottom.."

"There's nothing you can't open.." Dion opens up Debora's closet.

"Yes.. That's.. Not a blanket or some kind of cloth.." Deborah's great-granddaughter is ashamed. Because in the place where it is forbidden is the place of the shirt and ****** ********.

Dion must have understood Debora's intentions, therefore he smiled to himself.

"This one's comfortable.. I liked.. The fabric is soft and fragrant.." Dion showed me his choice.

"God Dion.. That's my dress.. For what..?" Deborah shy.

"Yes I want to borrow." Dion's great-grandson was not wrong.

"It wasn't my dress either.. Find the others.." Debora Pinta.

"I don't want this one. Enough's enough.." Dion hugged him.

Indeed, the cloth dress Deborah who is in Dion's hold is smooth and soft. Just like Dion wanted

What Debora was worried about was that the chest in the dress was too open, and there was even a little extra cotton. And even more shamefully, there is the size as well.

"I beg.. I want this one.. I like.." Dion hugged the dress.

"OKAY. Okay.. But brought sleep.. Watch out if you can't sleep anymore." threatens Deborah.

Dion's...

Hii.. This is chapter 3 today.. One more chapter in the afternoon, guys.. Othor's eyes are hot.. Hot sleepy..