Liberoses
#29: New Rules
“You made me want to send a hit man for him,” Whispered Davila slowly in my ears.
My eyes are shocked.
P—payment killer?!
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I pulled Davila's hand spontaneously making the guy turn his head because of my reaction, the guy frowned wonder—but did nothing.
“Don't, okay, I'm sorry, sorry I didn't kill him, I'm sorry.” I said softly, trying to convince Davila that she was canceling her crazy idea.
Davila squinted her eyes, then grinned in annoyance.
“So you defended him?” Sinis Davila, he clamps both of my cheeks with his hands. I nodded slowly trying to take a deep breath.
“Twidak—pardon ak—khu—ngh!” I tried to pull his hand, but in vain, Davila's energy was many times stronger. I choose to breathe out.
“I'm sorry, I just helped Alyn, and—photo with her, sorry,” I said, sincerely apologizing for making Davila let go of her hand then exhale. The guy hit the wall next to my head with his fist. His jaw hardened furiously, making my guts shrivel.
Davila closed her eyes for a moment, subconsciously I raised my hand, and moving my finger began to slowly stroke Davila's cheek. Unknowingly, making the guy open his eyes.
I rounded my shocked eyes then slowly pushed my finger away.
“M—maaf..” I murmured in fear, then crept in my heart. How could I do that? Ck.
Unexpectedly, Davila pulled my hand, then took my finger to rub her cheek again. I frowned in surprise, but did not protest. Let Davila do whatever she wants.
“I like that. Do it again,” Davila said softly, making me flinch in shock, then moving my fingers began to gently sweep Davila's smooth cheeks. The guy was silent, then closed his eyes—enjoyed my touch on his face.
“I'm sorry Davila,” My mummy is down, Davila opened her eyes, then started to move her body away, making me cling.
The guy took the paper from inside the drawer and pen, I glanced curiously, but reluctantly walked over.
The guy started moving his pen on paper, writing a series of sentences I couldn't see. Davila got up and gave me the paper, I looked curious but still accepted it, and read it.
Letter of agreement
1. Must follow all Davila's will without resisting
2.No other relationship outside of marriage
3. You have to act like you really love in front of others
5. Not getting involved in feeling like each other
6. Davila's Service
I murmured involuntarily, just after finishing reading until point 6. My eyes moved slowly, trying to remember this writing.
Isn't this the—the terms Davila put forward at the wedding? I grew curious, then nodded in understanding and continued.
7. Not allowed to take pictures/chat with other men without Davila's permission
8. Can't be close to another man
9. The minimum distance between Grace and other men (other than Davila) is 3 meters
10. Can't like idols, whoever it is
11. Must not praise idols or other men (other than Davila)
I raised my head, looking at Davila with a gaze asking for an explanation.
Is Davila kidding? It—more like a man jealous of his lover! I was not sure, but Davila looked at me firmly, as if she was serious about what she wrote.
I cleared my throat slowly then took the pen— to sign it.
Davila was even more angry.
Davila pulled the paper and put it back in the locker, pulled my hand, then asked me to lie down on the bed.
“Cabinets.” He said coldly as he patted the empty spot next to him, I nodded then walked over, and laid myself on the big bed.
Davila pulled my body and grabbed it, the guy kissed me gently on the forehead and tightened his arms. I looked up at his face.
“Are you still angry?” I shrieked slowly, making Davila bow her head, staring at me. He kissed me gently on the forehead and then rubbed it, I closed my eyes, let Davila do whatever she wanted, so that the guy wouldn't get angry anymore.
He put his face away and hugged my body tightly, making me push a little so I could get a gap to breathe.
“I can't breathe, are you going to kill me?” My lips were cut into pieces, making the guy start loosening his arms.
“Do not do that again. You are only mine.”
I am getting used to that sweet word.
