Marriage Contract With Impoten CEO

Chapter 23 - Defan's Weird Attitude

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"Please promise me." Disha holds Defan's arm. The man rounded his eyes. He was shocked by Disha's sudden touch.

Defan immediately put Disha's hand away. He threw himself into bed. Defan is in a state of stomach. Trying hard to cover his stiffening weapon.

"You why?" disha asked with a frown.

"It's okay. Take a shower! You stink. I haven't had a shower yet." Really, Defan is trying very hard to be relaxed.

Disha pouting. He who knows nothing, goes into the bathroom immediately.

Now Defan can grunt with relief. He had to go back to his room. For now, he won't touch Disha even a little.

Finished cleaning up, Disha came out of the bathroom. He was surprised to see that Defan was no more.

Disha takes cell phone. There he finds a message from Defan. The man was waiting for her in the lobby.

"Basic is impatient" Disha commented. He's getting ready soon. Disha also does not forget to preen to look beautiful.

Disha self-smiles when reflecting. That's when he realized that his makeup was a bit excessive.

"Wait on! Did I dress up for Letoy?" Disha shook her head strongly. He swept his lipstick that felt thick. Then replace it with a more casual color.

Meanwhile, Defan was actually still in the room. He was bathed in sweat from having to deal with his intimate organs.

Gigi Defan bluffs annoyed. After he finished stopping his ontong tension, he immediately contacted Ferdi. The doctor who had given impotent injections to Defan.

"Defans... Why didn't you invite me to your wedding?" Ferdi answered from across the phone.

"Dok, mine don't stop tensing! I think I need that injection again" Defan said. Ignoring Ferdi's question.

"W-what? After all this time?! Crazy one! What's wrong with you, Fan? Are you too fertile or what?" tukas Ferdi until stuttered. Maybe patients like Defan are very rare he met.

"Everything because-"

"For the intimate activities of your parents? Aren't you living with them?" Doctor Ferdi who knows the problem best Defan, tried to guess.

"No. I'm..." Defan bit his lower lip. He's a prestige if he has to be honest.

"Wait a minute, you're married, right? Wouldn't that work is a good thing? Why you-"

"When I get back, I'll tell you everything. Now you better tell me how to treat my condition?" Defan.

"You have a wife, right? I think he's the one who can treat you."

"What the fuck. I'm..." Defan scratched his head agitatedly. He found it hard to explain the contractual relationship between him and Disha now. It took a long explanation to make Ferdi understand. And talking on the phone is not the right thing. Moreover Defan must hurry to meet Disha now.

"Forget over! I-" Defan almost turned off the phone call. But not because of hearing Ferdi's serious words.

"Fan, haven't you and your wife done it yet? If not..." Ferdi paused his words for a moment. "AND DO IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!" his screeches.

"Doctor!" furious Defan who reflexes away the phone. The sound of Ferdi's cry, so deafening.

"You know how tortured you are if you hold a piss. It happens with what you feel too. Explain your passion, Fan. If necessary, you-"

Defan couldn't stand it. He quickly turned off the phone. Then go out the room.

Upon arrival in the lobby, Defan can see Disha from a distance. I don't know why now she feels that girl is getting pretty.

Defan stared at Disha as he continued walking. The office boy who rebuked him for being careful was even ignored by Defan.

Watching the new Defan come, Disha ruffled her waist. The girl's eyes sharpened.

Defan is still fascinated by Disha's look. He did not care about the pouting expression the girl showed.

As he neared Disha, Defan slipped. He fell to the floor.

Disha who saw, laughed. Despite that, he was the first one to lend a helping hand to Defan. But the man ignored his hand. Defan chose to stand alone.

"I told you to be careful" said the office boy who had reprimanded Defan. He'll be gone soon.

"Don't you get sick?" ask Disha.

"No." Defan answered briefly. "Let's go! The sooner the better," he said. He flashed before Disha without looking over.

Disha's forehead frowned deeply. He's trying to understand. Because this is not the first time Defan has been cold.

"We're just walking, right? Let the holidays feel more." Disha is after Defan. Equalizing his footsteps with that man.

"No. Take a taxi faster!" reject Defan. He stopped a passing taxi. Then enter it without Disha's consent.

"You're really cute, Toy." Disha sneering. He had to get into a taxi.

Silence enveloped the atmosphere. Defan tried not to stare at Disha for long. While the girl seemed to be playing mobile.

Slowly Disha glanced at Defan. He felt that the man's attitude was very different. Defan's cold attitude is usually very different from now. Because Defan keeps throwing his face away from Disha. In addition, Defan's sitting position is also very far from Disha.

"Toy, you're PMS again?" chirps Disha. Closer to Defan's ear.

"Sha!" Defan reflex squealing. His eyes glared in disbelief.

"You why the hell? Like a demon possessed person," said Disha astonished.

"It's okay. Just thinking about work." Defan. He pushed Disha. Then take a look.

A few minutes later, Disha and Defan arrive at the Eiffel Tower. There Disha immediately took a selfie.

Satisfied taking pictures of himself, Disha invited Defan to take pictures with her. Disha asks someone to help her take a picture of her and Defan. The two immediately posed. They stand side by side. But not to embrace each other. It seems like the events of last night had a huge impact on their relationship.

"Why are you acting like a stranger? Comeing! At least pose while holding hands," have the person in charge take the photo for Disha and Defan.

Disha smile. His hand immediately moved to hold Defan. But the man stayed away.

"Not be too friendly. My papa has always believed in our relationship" said Defan.

"Cuman with the hands of doang. Very happy," replied Disha.

"Just don't touch me, Sha. Okay?" Defan insists.

"You why the hell? I'm not shit!" timpal Disha's.

"Who said you were shit?" sahut Defan's. The discussion and Disha begins.

The person in charge of taking the photo, smiled wryly. Confused what to do.

"Disha!" A voice of a man called.

Disha and Defan turned their heads. Their discussion automatically stopped.

"Je-jerry?" Disha was shocked to see Jerry present. The same is true for Defan.

"Did you bring her here?" timpal Defan in a whispering tone.

"Of course not! We don't invite anyone but Kroco." Disha whispered back.

"I happened to get a lottery vacation to Paris. And here I am" Jerry explained. Defan and Disha responded with wry smiles.

Disha rushed to retrieve his phone from the person who was willing to take a picture. The man's face looked pouted. Disha and Defan can only apologize.

Jerry was impressed to keep approaching Disha. He seemed to not care about Defan's position as the girl's husband.

"Jer, me and Disha seem to have to go back to the hotel." Defan could not bear to watch Jerry.

"It's still noon? Disha does not seem satisfied with the streets. Aye, Sha?" Jerry asked Disha for his opinion.

"No. I want to go home." Disha is actually disturbed by Jerry's presence. He immediately grabbed Defan's hand.

"Let's go home" Disha asked.

Defan's eyes are rounded. He froze in place. Slowly he looked down at his stomach.