The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 20

Alya said many things, all of them were pitiful words. Dama stood there as long as he spoke.

After a long time, he looked tired. He tilted his head, releasing Alya's hand. Dama watched the scene, dumbfounded. He looked at the woman, and there was something flashing in his dark eyes.

A moment later, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom. He went to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Looking at the dark night, he seemed to be lost in his memories. The reason why he married Alya was because he was the most suitable candidate.

A year ago, he found it on the street. He was so thin and fragile that it was sad to see.

He told her that he would save her father and ask her to. Alya did not hesitate back then and immediately agreed to it

Throughout the first month of their marriage, she was very reasonable, obedient, and did not give him any trouble. Until now, he was very satisfied with her.

But he doesn't love her, and won't love her in the future. He also had no feelings for her, but tonight, as he hugged her and cried, he felt a strange feeling stirring in his heart.

Dama seemed to be drowning in his memories until his fingers felt a burning sensation that he suddenly regained consciousness. The cigarette had burned and his fingers were now starting to blister.

Dama frowned and turned off the cigarette butts in the ashtray. He turned around and opened the bathroom door to look at her. He's stunned.

"Where is he?" lirih Tama when she saw the empty bathtub. No one is visible. He was gone for a few minutes and he disappeared.

His lips twitched, and he began to search along the waterway that imprinted on the floor. He followed her to the bed, and the water stain disappeared.

"Nobody's in bed. Did he just disappear?" think Dama.

Dama raised his eyebrows and seemed to think of something. He lowered his body and looked under the bed.

Sure enough, he was lying on his stomach under the bed, gripping something on his arm as if he was holding a treasure.

Dama frowned and looked at him under the bed. "What are you doing?"

Alya ignored him.

Dama reached out to pull it.

"Mine!" shout Alya.

"Don't take mine," cried Alya again, holding something in her body.

Dama narrowed her eyes at Alya in annoyance.

"I don't want your stupid stuff. Now get out,"

"You are stupid" said Alya. "It's a treasure, not a stupid thing. You are a stupid thing" Alya said.

"Reprecreary?" Dama.

Dama raised his eyebrows and was attracted by the box in his hand. "Oh, what treasure is that? Let me see!"

Hearing this Alya thought he would snatch it. He immediately fidgeted and glared at her with his pair of eyes.

"Don't touch," Alya snapped.

What he lost said

No one dared to speak to him in such a high tone in his life. How could he be a grown man, unable to conquer a young girl like Alya?

He reached out his long hand, grabbed Alya's ankle and dragged her out from under the bed.

"Ah," erang Alya who shouted with her eyes closed.

Dama reached out to cover Alya's mouth so she wouldn't talk.

"Shut up! Otherwise, I will open you in another way, "the threat of Dama.