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Dave looked annoyed, having closed the door again. The look on his face was obvious, if he was holding back anger.

"You're why, honey..." With a gaze full of question marks, when she found the look on her husband's face that was not like before.

Reopen his woe, and again immerse his body in a blanket that had first wrapped his wife's body.

"Your best friend really bothered Alana! if I hadn't remembered his services that helped you take care of our two children, I might have been scolded by him earlier?!"

A small smile fluttered across his face, as he looked up at Dave's face, and gave a brief kiss hoping that the anger would subside.

"You know, honey. When I first set foot in England, he found it in Cambrigge, Rose was the one who always helped me when I was in trouble, because I didn't know anyone at the time, just desperate capital to run away from you. While I was working to find love for our two children, Rose was always looking after Louis, and Louisa because she was the only one I trusted, because she was my only friend who was so sincere to me. So you just imagine how good Rose is to me, she's really my best friend Dave?" A look in his eyes, as his memory recalls the difficult times he faced in Cambrigge.

The two steps tightened his embrace even more, when he heard what his wife said. Until the warmth can be felt, when their skin is attached to each other.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for making you suffer so much Alana? and through it all alone." The look in his eyes glared, as the gaze met with the gaze of Alana who was looking up her head staring inside her.

A small smile, with her fingers fix the strands of hair that partially cover her husband's eyebrows.

"The cave.." Call, slowly.

"What's Alana doing?"

"If we go back to America, I want Aunt Alma, and Rose to come home with us. And I want to ask you something, to."

The instantaneous gaze was intense, and he seemed to be curious what his wife wanted.

"Want to ask me something. Tell me what it is. I will fulfill it, as long as I can. And I don't mind at all, if we go home to American Rose, and Aunt Alma's coming along, too."

"I want you to build a cake shop for me, and I'll manage it with Rose, and Aunt Alma. And I want you to build that shop two floors. So that on the top floor, to be used as their dwelling place. As we know, Aunt Alma has lived a long time since her husband's death, and Rose is an orphan. How's Dave, do you want to fulfill my wish?" A look of hope, and hope Dave fulfills his wish.

"Of course Alana, why not."

Alana seemed very happy, when she heard the answer as she expected. Giving a brief kiss to her husband's lips, and further immersing herself in that embrace.

"I love you Dave, and thank you my husband,"

His own who had fallen asleep due to his regret for Rose, immediately rose again, when the chewy object belonging to Alana was shifted in the field.

"I think we should continue, Alana? just think, that's your gratitude to me,"

A small laugh immediately came out of Alana's lips, when she heard her husband's wishes.

"All right, honey, whatever you want. I'll take it every night. Until my stomach puffs up."

"REally..?"

'Surely Honey...?" With a spoiled tone, and deliberately swiped his chest back on the chest of the field, which made Dave further close his eyes, enjoying the pleasure that Alana gave.

"Dave, why are you quiet? when do we start," Raised her head to look at her husband, when Dave could not respond to what he had done.

"You want us to start now, Alana?!"

"Sure, didn't I signal you earlier?" With a scowl, she looked at her husband.

A small laugh framed his face, upon hearing what his wife had said.

"alright. Let's start now, Mrs Haounston?" By directly reversing Alana's body, and continuing their lovemaking activities.

****

Rose immediately closed the door of the room, and walked towards the bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, and his fingers began to dance on his best friend's cell phone.

His gaze was so intense, as the two bolamata went through the contact list.

"When Mr. Louis was still his lover, he wrote the man's name on his HP under MY LOVER's name." And Rose began typing the letter K, in order to find the contacts belonging to the handsome businessman.

The look on his face was immediately frustrated, and tucked into a great disappointment there, when the name on the phone with the name of my lover was no longer stored there.

"Has Alana erased Mr. Louis's number because they're no longer in a relationship?""

Rose exhaled his rough breath, and threw the HP onto the bed, when he did not find the HP number of the man he was looking for. The look in his eyes was glaring, with the look of his hopeless face.

"I had to endure the embarrassment, in order to get her HP number. When I went to Alana's room, she was having sex with her husband. And I'm sure, Mr. Dave must be holding back from getting upset with me, for it's been interfering with their fun."

Rose laid her body on the bed, with her eyes staring at the ceiling. The blond girl, seemed to be thinking hard in order to have the HP number of the handsome businessman. Dissolved in his daydream, and immediately departed from his sleep, after his hand reached back to Alana's cell phone.

"Could it be, he replaced it with the name of Lord Louis?" Guess what, and start looking for that name in the contact list. And immediately a smile expands on the beautiful face of Rose, when she finds the HP number of her beloved man.

And immediately copy that phone number there's a cell phone. Suddenly anxiety again struck me, when he began to fight with his own heart, to contact the man or not.

****

Opening the door to his room, heading towards the balcony. The two feet slowly stepped towards the edge of the balcony, looking at the beauty presented by the city of London at night.

The gaze was thrown far ahead, with a glaring gaze. And apparently, there was something the man was thinking about.

"Remember Louis, love doesn't always have to have. Seeing him happy just makes you happy." Commemorating herself, as the shadow of Alana's face flashed back in her mind.

Louis continued to stare at the beauty of the city night, until the sound of the clang of a short message on his cellphone, disperse the businessman's daydream.

"Night.." That's as bad as a short message, which he got from that new number.

His forehead creased, and a curious face filled with question marks framed clearly on the handsome face, when he found a message from a person who had no name on his contact list.

"Whose number is this?" He murmured, asking himself. And because of his intense curiosity, he decided to call the number.