Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis
Chapter 25 ~ Descendants

"What do you want to do?" megat Nesha was shocked.

"Take off your clothes" Diyan replied casually.

"I'll do it myself" Nesha tried to get up, but she had no more energy to do it.

"I will help you, no shame, you are not my wife" Diyan let go of the rope hanging from Nesha's shoulder, but Nesha held her back.

"Sacred promise wasn't true, was it?" Nesha asked to make sure.

"Name it a sacred promise, where there may be lies" Diyan smiled sweetly

"I mean, we're not really married couples, are we? We don't know each other" said Nesha, slowly removing Diyan's hand from her shoulder.

"We are legal to be a married couple in front of God and God Himself is a witness. After all, I don't mind being your husband," Diyan's reply left Nesha dumbfounded, how could the man before her be able to say that so easily.

"But I mind being your wife" exclaimed Nesha.

"I'm not forcing you" said Diyan, leaving Nesha speechless.

"But, if you want to get out and get out of this prison, we have to be a real married couple first" he continued, Nesha frowned inexplicably.

"Whatchu mean? What does being a married couple have to do with getting out of this prison?"

"Because only the presence of a baby boy you gave birth to can get us out of here" Diyan replied with a serious face.

"What do you mean? Tell me correctly, what do I give birth to?" nesha is impatient.

"Yes, the baby you gave birth to. It means the child of the result of our marriage," Diyan said casually, while Nesha was made more confused.

"For what?"

"Dayan was barren," Diyan replied changing her facial expression to one of sadness.

"He wants a baby? Because who can give offspring can then be Mr. Lewis really," he continued.

"I don't understand what conspiracy you're doing. But, even if I give birth to a baby, I won't give it to anyone!" nesha is serious.

"What's wrong? There's no need to be sad, isn't it not so bad, he didn't kill us."

"Is there really no other way?" nesha asked with a piteous sobbing.

"Nothing, that's the only way," Diyan put on a look of despair.

"Then, how can I see my sister's condition?" nesha's cry became increasingly hysterical when she remembered the fate of her beloved sister.

"Your sister's fine. Now that he was safe in his room," Diyan was speechless with perfectly rounded eyes.

"How did you know I had a sister who was also detained? And how do you know my sister's condition?" ask Nesha to interrogate.

"I'm just guessing. I've heard bodyguards say about you and your sister. After all, Dayan is my twin, a little bit I know what he likes" Diyan explained looking for an absurd reason.

"You mean, the devil likes my sister?"

"Not rule out the possibility." Diyan replied making Nesha even more sad.

"What's my fault? Why are you two bothering me? I don't even know you, why involve me?"

"It's destiny. The marriage just now was also the fate of both of us."

"You, why don't you look sad at all?"

"I'm a tough guy, beautiful lady. Should I cry like you?" reply Diyan relax. Since childhood he has been glorifying a woman. Especially if the woman is a beautiful woman according to her taste. For her, women were presented to be pampered and bestowed with affection and Diyan liked that.

"So you cried over your sister's death." Nesha's words made Diyan serious again.

"It was just acting, because actually Preston is still ....

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