Husband's Regrets: Forgive Me My Wife
Chapter 40 - Leon's Anger

CHAPTER 40

Leon's Jet has landed a few minutes ago, but Leon chose to wait for his wife to wake up from sleep. The first air travel for Pamela was exhausting, she was frightened and hugged Leon's arm tightly

The cruel man took his wife into the room in the plane, but who would have thought Pamela hugged Leon. Close your eyes in fear, fear if at any time the plane falls like a movie story.

Leon enjoys a pretty face with Pamela's typical curly hair, tidying up the haircut that blocks her woman's forehead. Judging from the physical is Megan above Pamela, but Aleandro Leonard's wife has a soft face.

“Alonso, prepare the car now also”, Leon orders by phone.

Leon holds Pamela's body down from the plane, and enters the car to go to the hotel owned by Mr. Marquez's second son. Leon also has a private villa in the Maldives, in honor of Mr. Marquez Leon will only stay a few days at the hotel.

Pamela felt movement in her body, “Hah, where am I?”, she cried in shock, originally on a plane now in a fast-moving car.

“No need to overdo it, kampungan” base, cynical Leon saw his wife was confused.

“But where is this master? You wouldn't sell me right?”, look at Pamela alertly, really she's afraid of Leon punishing by selling himself on foreign men.

“Take care of your mouth, everything you have is mine Pamela, remember that. I'm not short of money until I have to sell you”, Leon takes Pamela's hand off her arm.

Arriving at the hotel's parking area, Leon forbids Alonso and his bodyguards from unloading their luggage, and orders Pamela to carry all three bags to the room.

“You. Bring all those bags. Nothing is free in this world”, sis Leon.

“Hah me? But sir how can I raise it to the boat?”, asked Pamela, because to reach the inn they have to use the boat.

“You have a head and a brain, use thinking instead of asking”, Leon walks first letting the troubled wife carry a suitcase. Even Pamela narrowly fell when a small wheel of a bag touched a wooden bridge.

“True Pamela, you're not happy that Leon took you to the Maldives. The proof is now you feel for yourself. I'm sure it's not quite as”, Pamela murmured, she's like Leon's personal servant. Alonso and some of the bodyguards just walked behind Pamela. Not not wanting to help but the threat of losing livelihood in plain sight.

“Master is this still far?”, asked Pamela sweating.

“Your eyesight is still good, isn't it?”, cold Leon.

After a short water trip, Pamela and Leon arrived at the inn with a beautiful natural scenery. The blue and clear ocean spoils the eye, Pamela was amazed by the natural beauty that previously only she could see in a smartphone screen.

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In the evening, Young Master Marquez invited all his guests to dinner at one of the restaurants. Leon has neatly used his expensive suit, pantofel shoes for one unit of the car was perfecting his appearance.

“DASI”, Leon's orders on Pamela. “Pair his tie, Pamela”, furious Leon because his wife just handed over the tie just like that.

“Iya sir sorry”, Pamela rolled both her eyeballs, grunting annoyed.

“Hey, you are forbidden to show such an ugly face again”, Leon's index finger is firmly stuck on his wife's forehead.

“Ah”, cry Pamela, Leon grabbed her waist until it stuck and she started to put a tie for her abusive husband.

Leon only wants Pamela when he needs her, and that will never change. On top of her suffering, Pamela always wanted to run and leave all the luxuries.

Pamela just stared at the calm sea water from the front of the room. What must he do to get Leon to change his attitude and accept himself? Hope was always there but Pamela was reluctant to hang fate on her husband's hands and heart.

The breeze of the night wind over this sea slightly made her cold, Pamela stepped foot with a gaze fixed on the vast ocean. He rubbed both hands on his goosebumps.

“Eh”, perkik Pamela restrained, a man took off his expensive suit and put on Pamela's shoulder.

“Cold isn't it?”, her smile is warm like the morning sun.

Dylan was one of the invited guests of Young Master Marquez, happy to see his lady-in-law walking alone on this cold night. He was happy not to play, apparently Dylan's decision to return to the family company was right. The proof of the invitation that should be attended by Mr. Manassero can he take over and meet Pamela.

“Dylan, are you here?”, Pamela asked in disbelief.

Initially Pamela hoped her husband was the one who was warm but apparently the fantasy of this beautiful woman disappeared already. Leon would never treat himself as worthy of a wife.

“Of course you forgot who I am? Dylan Manassero”, Dylan's grin links fingers with Pamela. “Oh my goodness Dylan why do you always like and fall for the property of others?”, he asked in his heart.

Pamela pulled her hand firmly, she did not want to add to the already heavy burden of life getting heavier and tight. “Stop Dylan”, keep your distance from Dylan. “Of course I know, you were also invited in this event right?”, Pamela glanced the other way, really she was afraid Leon came suddenly and gave her a punishment.

“I am the richest man number 3 and you should know Pamela, that the man is friends with you”, said Dylan sugarcoated, “Also love you”, stuck to his lips.

“Thank you Dylan already wants to make friends with ordinary people like me”, Pamela smiled stiffly.

‘EHEM”, a loud sound of darkness bothers Pamela and Dylan.

“Oh Young Master Torres, how are you? I think you're lucky to be with a beautiful woman like Miss Pamela. But unfortunately you do not show the world the diamonds that you have”, said Dylan challenging Leon.

These two handsome men looked at each other, sharp, piercing and cold. “You better go”, sis Leon.

“I thought you were going to bring the trash I threw away but it turns out you were very clever Young Master Torres”, Dylan passed by and nudged Leon on the shoulder.

“Lack of Dawn”, clenching the fist on the side of his body, and this second also Leon dragged Pamela, creeping strong Pamela's fingers touched by Dylan. Closing the door and locking it.

“What are you doing with that jerk guy, huh?”, snapped Leon , smashing roughly into Pamela's body on the couch.

“I...I didn't do anything with Dylan, we accidentally met, tuan”, Pamela replied rubbing elbows that hit the hard side of the sofa.

“Ck, DYLAN? DYLAN?”, Leon clutching Pamela's jaw firmly. “What relationship do you have, huh that familiar you are with a fucking guy like him?”.

“ANSWER ME PAMELA !!!!”

...TBC...