Husband's Regrets: Forgive Me My Wife
Chapter 31 - Embodied

CHAPTER 31

“There's more you need?”, asked Pamela standing looking at the perfect but devil-hearted man in front of her.

“Shoes”, Leon sits on a long chair pointing at his feet that only uses socks and sandals.

Oh what a bitch this guy, usually Leon do it himself but this time Pamela's blood is made to boil since morning by the behavior of her cruel husband.

“Good sir, wait a minute”, move lazily towards the shoe storage cabinet.

“I don't like to wait, hurry up Pamela”, exclaimed Leon.

“This tuan”, Pamela keeps her shiny pantofel shoes right in front of her husband's feet, she stands up and flips around about to get out of this shitty room.

“You did not give good service to your master”, cynical Leon.

“Huh, what else does he want from me. Why not wear it yourself, isn't her hand still working?”, Pamela grumbled at heart. She stepped back to get closer to her husband. “So you mean sir, I installed it?”, asked Pamela pensively.

“Ya, why? You want to argue with me?”

“Baik”, Pamela squatting, humbling in front of a man who always measures something with money. “Completed, there is another master?”, asked Pamela flat.

“No, get dressed, lest you get sick and trouble again”, cynical Leon is so flat and cold.

“Well excuse me, said Pamela, stepping wide out of the room and up the stairs, she also locked this white door tightly. Concerned Leon touched her and forced his will again. Pamela did not want that to happen, let alone her body feeling disgusted at Leon who had slept with her lover. “Why didn't he just marry that woman? Why am I the one who became the impingement?”, Pamela's eyeh while buttoning the back button of the dress. He also looked at the seedy backpack stored at the end of the closet containing his old clothes.

“I never touch it again upon arrival here, Mr. Leon prepared everything for me”, glancing from right to left to top and bottom. Wardrobe that is inversely proportional to his old house. This vast space is not like a closet but a boutique according to Pamela. The line of dresses and fancy dresses hangs in other parts, the longest beautiful and expensive handbags and shoes are neat in glass cabinets, as well as pajamas lacking the material that fills most rooms. Don't forget the jewelry box in the middle of the room.

“But what good is it to have all this, if my life is suffering and restrained like this?”, Pamela's monologue.

He immediately went out of the room to take Leon to work even if only at the door.

“Remember Pamela my threats are not playing games, do not argue me”, hiss Leon and out of the penthouse followed by Alonso who always follows the handsome man.

“Huh”, Pamela can breathe a sigh of relief after the departure of her husband. His food taste was also damaged by Leon ordering this and that. Just hoping that Leon doesn't come home for a long time, Pamela doesn't want to see her lying husband.

“This lady is breakfast”, household assistant set up on the table.

“Thank you”, reply Pamela smiled.

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Whether Pamela felt the time was running very slow or the clock on her wrist was broken, the time seemed lazy to walk quickly just to turn the day into night. Pamela is bored every day just confined in the luxurious cage of her husband, from the 2nd floor to the 1st floor she has searched including Leon's workspace just to read some books.

BRACKET

He accidentally nudged a thick book stored on the edge of the table, until a shabby paper fell from it.

“Eh my goodness, fortunately he does not exist, huh if you see for sure I will be hanged at this time also”, said Pamela cleaning up all. He was stunned to see the contents of shabby paper on the carpet. Quickly Pamela took it and both eyes narrowed slightly at the old photo of her husband. “Looks....., ah no”, he muttered, quickly tidied up Leon's office.

Pamela exits the room and the house assistant says if Alonso repeatedly calls her, “What's the matter? Maybe important”, thought Pamela.

Reading a short message from Leon's personal assistant, Pamela smiled happily because what she expected realized quite quickly. Apparently Alonso gave the news that Leonard would not be home for a few days because there was urgent work outside the city.

“What's the mistress?”, ask the housekeeper,

“Ah is not there, sorry to surprise you”, happy Pamela headed for the 2nd floor, she changed her clothes using a coat and did not forget to remember her hair. Walking settles out of the penthouse, with an online taxi waiting across the apartment.

Yeah, Pamela's only goal is hospital.Imperable longing has piled up on her chest. “Wait for me nek”, happy Pamela.

Arriving at the hospital owned by the Torres family, Pamela stepped lightly into the VVIP room where her grandmother received the best care.

Instantly his gaze was locked on the scene in front of him, even a while Pamela did not blink her eyes watching two different people of middle age busy discussing something and not infrequently her grandmother laughed,

“Grandmother?”, call Pamela.

“Mr Dylan? I mean Dylan?”

Pamela looked at the two alternately, what a different atmosphere she got.

“Pamela why don't you tell me if your boss is fun and very generous? Ah thank you Mr. Dylan for financing this old grandmother's treatment”.

“What?”, Pamela's throat was choked to tell her the truth, but she could not convey all that.

“Grandmother will do anything to repay Young Master Dylan”'s kindness, her grandmother continued.

“Of course Pamela, I just took advantage of the situation to have you, I will approach you starting from your grandmother. Sorry if you lied”, Dylan's mind staring at Pamela's face changed.

“Give Pamela a welcome to your boss, lest she feel unappreciated”, whispered Pamela's grandmother.

“Iya nek”

Long enough the three talked, but more dominance Dylan who spoke, but Pamela was eager to let go of the longing but the presence of Dylan messed up his plan.

In the afternoon Pamela came home with Dylan, wanted to drive and be with his women even longer.

“Hey Pamela wait”, catch Dylan.

“Why are you avoiding? Is it all because of Leon?”, asked Dylan.

“No, not Dylan, it's already afternoon I have to go home” soon, Pamela keeps stepping, even speeding up her leg movements.

“Let me drive you, Pamela”, bargain Dylan who never deterred to get a punch right in the face of his handsome. “Are we not friends? Don't deny your friend Pamela”'s goodwill, and Pamela just nods in approval to Dylan's request.

In Dylan's heart jumped excitedly maybe he was salto if he no longer had shame, but still a Dylan spread charm as long as they headed for the parking lot.

“Where are you going home? Apartment Leon?”, asked Dylan to make sure if Pamela's answer is ‘no”.

“Iya, can take me there Dylan”, the answer that stifles the chest of a woman named Dylan Manassero.

The sports car that Dylan was driving arrived in front of this expensive apartment, he just stared at Pamela who was taking off her seatbelt. “Ummm Pamela, be careful. Contact me if you need help”, Dylan said before his girlfriend opened the door.

Entering the apartment which is now minimally light Pamela directly into her room, immediately remove the clothes that make her body sticky.

But his steps stopped hearing the sound of a cell phone, this woman's gasps examined him and her eyebrows furrowed. “Alonso”, why did he make a video call to her, especially now that Pamela has been innocent without a thread.

...TBC...