Husband's Regrets: Forgive Me My Wife
Chapter 38 - Beautiful Devil

CHAPTER 38

“Good Pamela”, Sharp Leon.

Pamela saw before she lowered her jaw firmly Leon twitched, the man's sapphire blue eyes pierced like a dagger watching Pamela.

“Alonso you can go”, Leon banishes his personal assistant subtly.

“Where have you gone Pamela?”, asked Leon still with his sharp gaze, “A very self-informed wife, cheap”, ask, leon snapped in front of the face of the woman who had not even had time to open the shoes.

Pamela stiffened and sculpted, trying to care for the ears could not keep the words maki maki Leon enter without permission on the ears, heart to mind.

Just now that Pamela opened her mouth to answer where she was going until the new night came home, Leon first clamped his wife's little jaw. “Sa-sick Sir, I beg you to let go”, shaking Pamela. Really tired of facing today, the food that just entered his stomach may not have been turned into energy but he had to fight Leon right now.

“You should stay still in that place, don't move a bit !”, snapped Leon, uncouthly removing Pamela's jaw. “Which other guy drove you home? Is Dylan that jerk guy?”, Leon still shows his sharp fangs to a woman.

“TELL PAMELA, YOU'RE NOT MUTE AND DEAF, ARE YOU?”

“I came home to a middle-aged woman master, he helped me and fed me”, great-grandson of Pamela, he remembered the woman's generosity.

“Ck, apparently you are begging?”, cynical Leon, surround his wife and pull Pamela's shoulder until docked to the chest of Leon's field, “Now clean yourself and come to my room, tidy up your appearance”, leon orders that Pamela hates, his life is only as an impingement and toy of wealthy men like Leon.

“But Sir...”.

“I don't want to hear any rejection, 30 more minutes you have to come to my room can't be late one second”.

Pamela walked gontai up the stairs, her breath stung from the nose into the throat, until her lungs felt heavy. No, this beautiful woman did not cry, perhaps her tears had dried up for today.

Very long day that Pamela lived, “Like this do I have to pay for a luxurious life and a lot of money?”, he wrote poignant. His hand was not able to open the door of the room where all luxury items and limited editions, and jewelry were contained in it.

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After cleaning up, Pamela wears a black dress representing her dark day. Combing her hair and wearing the perfume she smelled was the same as the fragrance of Leon's lover. His steps were very slow towards Leon's room, always glancing at the moving seconds on his wrist.

Exactly 30 minutes Pamela entered without knocking on the door, she saw Leon's upper body open and held two crystal glasses and alcoholic beverages on the table.

“Sit”, Leon orders without turning to welcome his wife's arrival.

Not much to say Leon showed the crystal glass was a sign if he asked to be filled with drinks in a bottle that could only cost to buy a car unit. Pamela's hands trembled, worried about dropping this dark-colored bottle like the first night of her wedding.

Start pouring the liquid in the bottle as ordered by Leon. Pamela saw her husband take a sip and enjoy the drink. Leon turned his body, staring at the beauty from head to toe of the woman sitting on the small sofa.

Pamela and Megan both have their own beauty characteristics. According to Leon, money-sucking women like Pamela and Megan are beautiful shell-clad demons who are ready to tease and ensnare men like her.

Leon sat on the other side of the sofa, slowly pulling Pamela's cold hand like ice water, “Why?”, asked Leon, not a form of attention.

Pamela just shook her head weakly in response, her ripe lips reluctant to answer any questions Leon. Freely taking out a word or two would be poison to himself.

Once pulled with her arms, Pamela had sat sweetly on the lap of this cruel man, with her face facing Leon. Yes, it is undeniable that Leon is always tempted by this beautiful masterpiece in his power. “You will always be mine”, whispered Leon to his wife's ear, as soon as Pamela brushed, her body began to betray and love Leonard's touch.

Leon's left hand began to slowly pull the rope wrapped around behind Pamela's smooth back. Take this woman to bed to do her duty according to what agreement has been agreed orally and in writing.

“Do your duty well, Young Madam Torres”, whispered Leon gave the effect of goosebumps all over Pamela's body.

“Ya sir?”, nervous Pamela who is above her husband.

“DO YOUR DUTY WELL”, asserted Leon, his sharp eyes deepening at Pamela.

“I-iya Mr. Leon”, Pamela who was nervous and hated him began to do the task as Leon wanted.

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A cold morning for someone to wake up because the rain again flushed the City of Madrid. Pamela opened her eyes slowly, the room was dark, dim and stingy with light. Pamela's eyeballs surrounded the room, not in her room but she slept in Leon's room. After a night of energy draining activities, it was not until what time Pamela was unable to go up to the 2nd floor.

Pamela's newly recovered body, re-feeling from the rashes, bone crumbs and dizziness on the head, she just massaged her temples to reduce the pain. Pamela looked back, the other side of the bed but unfortunately only empty and only trace of Leon's sleep. Don't expect a warm hug and a sweet smile the morning after the reunion, none of it and probably never will.

Pamela inched to a seat, pulling the blanket over her plain body, she could see at a glance how many traces Leon had left on her body. “Murahan, you are cheap Pamela”, Pamela laughs at herself.

Disgusted, that's the one word Pamela put on her. Especially considering how last night Leon ordered himself to move only to serve his cruel husband.

“You are the trash woman of Pamela”, a crying Pamela holding tightly a thick blanket of gray in her hand. “Only for the sake of money, yes for the sake of money willing to do all this”, weeping bitterly, swallowing saliva when heard the door open from outside. In Pamela's haste to shrink back in tears, she is afraid Leon will come and force her again this morning.

Apparently not, only the housekeeper who entered brought Pamela breakfast. “This mrs breakfast”.

“You don't have to bother, I can get out of the room”, Pamela refused to feel bad to be served like a mistress but in fact she was just a slave for Aleandro Leonard Torres.

“This is all Young Master Leon's orders, please spend the breakfast mistress, otherwise the master will be angry”, the house assistant smiled stiffly as the blanket slightly slumped showing red and bluish marks.

“I don't care she's angry, too often she scolds me”, Pamela's wry smile.

“Not madam, but I will be scolded master may even be fired. Please love my son and husband who still desperately need money madam”, the reason this middle-aged woman begged Pamela.

Oh, come on. Pamela needs help to escape the golden snare of a Leon.

...Tbc...