Chasing Love Husband Cold
Forgive Me

Hary smiles triumphantly as she manages to fool the workers at Alan's house, and successfully takes Dahlia away. Apparently not difficult, only capitalized on threats they are not able to prevent the arrival of his departure. I don't know what Diego's reaction will be after learning that Dahlia has been taken away by him.

Hary chuckled inwardly. He looked at Dahlia who was sitting in the front seat, next to his personal driver.

The old man already had a plan. Dahlia will indeed be brought to the house of her daughter's son, but for a time the woman will be made a servant. Why that?. If Dilara and Sena might still be able to recognize her mother's face, but what about their younger siblings?. Wouldn't they be surprised and resisted when they wanted to be hugged by a mother who had left them?.

That was the reason of the day, in such a way both Dahlia and her children would adjust to each other. Once they were familiar and close, then Dahlia would tell the truth.

Yes count them as punishment because you intend to abandon your children.

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Alan was not broken by charcoal, after work he returned to the house of the Grandfather to be able to meet with Dilara. If this time Hary asked him to go home, he would keep forcing until the old man allowed it.

"Young master?." A servant stared in wonder at the arrival of his young master. But he didn't come here often.

Oh, aye. Maybe because his wife Young master so often visit.

"There's grandfather?." Alan barged in right away before the maid closed the door again. The young man shook off his clothes that were wet from raindrops.

"Great master is out, sir."

Well, apparently luck is on my side.

Alan smiled meaningfully. Other than Grandpa, he didn't see Dilara. Whoa, where is he. Did he sleep?.

Alan checked the watch on the wrist. It's even 8 p.m. Is it possible that Dilara is asleep?.

"Is Dilara asleep?." Alan asked the waiter who had just given him a dry towel.

"Mrs just had dinner. It's in the room but it still doesn't seem to be sleeping."

"Well," replied Alan, giving the towel back after rubbing his head and slightly wet clothes. "I'll see him" Alan continued later.

"But, Mister. What if the great sir is angry?." The waiter prevented. It was only natural to remember that he had been given orders to look after Dilara and not allow Alan to disturb her.

"What happened to Grandpa?. After all we are still husband and wife, so it is still halal even if we sleep together once."

Ah, yes. Also true.

Alan smiled obliquely then climbed up the stairs to Dilara's room. Hary's spacious house makes Alan quite difficult to find a room where his wife rests.

Alan opened the door of each room. As he reached the last room, Alan opened the door slowly. Empty, but when viewed from the bed and all the items in the room, the room was indeed inhabited. But where is Dilara?.

Alan walked in and stepped without a sound. Is Dilara in the bathroom?.

Alan's listener senses suddenly heard a female voice singing from the direction of the clothing room. The corner of the handsome man's lips was attracted, forming a flimsy smile. He could recognize the voice without even looking at his face.

Tilled.

Again, Alan walked slowly. Open the door of the clothing room until it makes no sound. Sure enough, Dilara was there. The woman is changing clothes.

"Duh, how's this?." Dilara, the woman was wearing a pink dress but seemed to have difficulty hooking the buttons on her neck.

Spontaneous Alan approached, once their distance stayed a bit, Alan quickly took over Lara's job.

"Here, I help."

Dilara gasped, he almost jumped if Alan did not hold back.

The man who was still wearing wet clothes hooked the button of his wife's clothes without difficulty. After that, Alan put a kiss on the wife.

Dilara's body was riveted. The sudden arrival and the kiss the man gave, was like a dream. Not to mention, now Alan even hugged him from behind and landed his chin on his shoulder.

"Dilara, I miss you" whispered Alan who successfully made Dilara bristle. "Why keep quiet, don't you miss me, too?." Alan spoke again after Dilara was silent. Why, but usually the woman who speaks the most.

"Sorry," said Dilara, opening Alan's arms. "Remember, I'm having trouble breathing." Dilara. He stayed away from Alan and left the clothing room.

There Alan gaped. Not believing in the attitude of the wife who seemed to reject his touch. Naturally, maybe Dilara is still angry.

"Honey."

Dilara's steps stopped. This time for the first time Alan called him 'Honey'.

"Honey, my shoe-dress is wet. Are you gonna help me take it off?."

Dilara turned around to look at someone who was talking behind her back.

Yeah, he wasn't dreaming. From the face and the voice, it was indeed Alan. Why has his attitude changed so much?.

"Honey, will you help me?."

Dilara nodded and asked Alan to sit down. Afterwards Dilara rested, took off the socks and shoes of the husband. Suddenly one hand Alan moved to wipe the top of the wife's head. Alan realized that all this time Dilara took care of it with all her heart.

After storing a pair of Alan's shoes, Dilara entered the bathroom. I don't know what she's doing, but Alan will wait patiently for her.

"You're in the rain, it's better to take a bath with warm water first." Dilara asked Alan to stand up. The woman began to remove the buttons of the husband's shirt one by one. Afterwards buckle then pants material. "Go take a shower, I'll help you rub your back." Alan obediently, he walked towards the bathroom while Dilara followed the steps of the husband.

Inside the bath tup filled with warm water, Alan soaked the body. Fragrance aroma therapy, instantly make it comfortable. When closing his eyes, Alan could feel a touch and a gentle massage on his head. My God, Dilara is washing her hair.

"Honey."

"Heem."

Alan sighed as the answer coming out of his wife's mouth was 'heem'.

"I'm sorry."

"For?."

Alan opened his eyes. He turned around so he could see his wife's face.

"For everything" Alan answered. The man's gaze fell on Dilara who was still flat. His hands rubbed the wife's stomach gently. "All, everything I've ever done to you. I hope you can forgive me and we can mend the relationship to get back to how it was."

Dilara. He seemed to be enjoying Alan's warm hands rubbing his stomach.

"Why, do you doubt." Alan got up, they were now facing each other. Alan stared at Dilara's wet and seductive ranum lips. He longs to kiss and bite her because of anxiety.

"Honey, talk or I'll..."

"huump."

Alan has no power to hold back. The man kissed Dilara's lips despite the rejection. While at the main gate, Hary's vehicle had already entered the courtyard towards the garage. The man's proposal squealed when he found the grandson's vehicle again filling his garage.

Dassar the rancid boy. What else would he want to come here?.

Tbc.

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