The Imperfect Husband

My woman

The third day they were still on holiday at the top. Deanra doesn't feel like it's a vacation, it's more like two humans planning a fight when they get out of the house.

No more spoiled Ares, now only a proud and cold man. And Denara tried to get used to it, because like this it would be better than living in pretence alone.

If asked who told him about Ares' lies, it was Dilo. It was not that he was a fool to immediately believe the words of his ex-girlfriend, but what Dilo said also had a point.

"Get me a shirt!" Dean was shocked to hear Ares's voice startling him.

"You can take it yourself, right. Why tell me?"

"Then what's the point of you?! Quickly take it." Slightly snapped, making Deanra glare furiously. Did he just get snapped? By Ares?

"You...,"

"Deanra. Should I be angry first? or do you want to take it now?"

Although not willing, but Deanra still obeyed him because he was lazy to argue. When the girl had moved away, Ares took a heavy breath.

"Sorry, De. It's your choice," he murmured slowly. He felt his head hurt again, but Ares tried to hold it as best he could.

Notnot now. There's something he has to do first. Before he becomes a weak man again, let him have fun first becoming the cruel and haughty man he is today.

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Deanra chose the ugliest clothes in the closet. He was again annoyed at Ares who dared to snap at him, who told the man to turn so rude now.

"Curtain! Finally open your rot, Ares. Den now you're trying to torture me! You crazy guy... Say love yesterday, but now he's daring to yell at me!"

Deanra swore annoyed. In her heart she regretted opening the rottenness of her husband, she should have pretended not to know and enjoyed Ares' foolish treatment all the time.

"This is your shirt" Dean said unwillingly.

Deanra immediately approached the nightstand, but he frowned slightly in surprise not to find his phone there again. He still wanted to put it there before he went to get Ares's shirt.

Or maybe....?

Ares frowned looking at Dean's horrible gaze, "what?"

"give me my phone!"

"I didn't take it,"

Deanra grunted in annoyance. It's too childish to fight this early in the morning again, but this guy doesn't seem to want to admit it.

"Don't lie. I know you took it, right?" Ares sneered, staring indifferently. Take the clothes Dean was carrying, then go into the bathroom.

But before actually entering, he turned his head back. "During this time, vacationing with me, you're no longer allowed to play cell phones. So drop your hopes of contacting your lover, and just focus on being a good wife!" After that Ares passed.

Deanra clucked in annoyance. "Damn it! Why is he being such a bitch!" maki Dean is not happy.

Being a good wife? that's right. Now she wants to scratch her husband's handsome face. Very upsetting, and this really tested his patience.

Not so long Ares came back out of the bathroom, he smiled little seeing the girl was still grumbling.

"Don't keep getting angry. Let's behave, today we better take a walk. So that you can forget a little..," Ares did not continue his words, he looked at the angry gaze earlier turned sad.

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