Husband's Regrets: Forgive Me My Wife
Chapter 75 - Flag of War

CHAPTER 75

“PAMELA?”, call Dylan before he gets thrown from the room by Leonard.

Pamela who was trying to ease the cries of El immediately turned to Dylan and smiled sweetly, know what happened next?.

Dylan returned the sweet smile of his lady-in-waiting and stomped the hands of the bodyguards holding his body. The corner of his lips curved in delight, and glanced sharply at his rival who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Dylan, are you coming?”, Pamela's soft voice is ringing beautifully in Leon and Dylan's ears. Yes, only in the ears of the two men, while others who heard the intonation were just as flat there was no soft element at all.

Suddenly Leon, widening his eyes looking at his wife smiling sweetly at another man, clenching both hands, his jaws twitching, a row of white teeth Leon clenched tightly holding something. If only in this room there were no Pamela, surely this cruel man would make Dylan battered.

But what can Leon do now? He must desperately guard his emotions, even if he is burning, from the tip of his head to the tip of his toenails. If Leon hit Dylan in front of his wife, it would be like repeating past events and Pamela would be scared, of course Leonard did not want the same thing to happen.

“Iya Pamela, I'm sorry. I should have visited you a few weeks ago and accompanied you but since someone planned to cancel”, the corner of Dylan's eyes again glanced at Leon who seemed upset there.

“Pamela can you tell them not to take care of me like this?”

“Oh sure, Dylan”, Pamela nodded her head and asked Alonso to release Dylan, “Alonso let Dylan visit, thanks for your concern”, Pamela ordered.

“B-good Mistress Muda”, replied Alonso was very afraid and swallowed saliva so tight that he and his bodyguards came out of the room.

Dylan stepped forward to approach the wife of the man he so desperately wanted to be his. Pamela turned her attention to El who was back in silence no longer crying, “Smart” boy, Pamela's soft voice, accompanied by a haircut that fell right by her cheek.

Netra Leon and Dylan captured this incident as a slow motion, ah really tempting appearance from the mother who had just given birth. But Grandma Pamela, Madam and Lord Torres caught it as usual nothing different. Love is strange enough to make the ordinary extraordinary.

“Dylan's bad luck, very sassy to approach my wife and child”, Leon's inner broods in annoyance.

“Damn Leon, he could have arrived first, I should have accompanied Pamela”, Dylan's mind waving the war flag.

Dylan took something from his bag, something cute in color and the shape was not too big also a small sword very fit in the grasp of the baby.

It stretched out to Pamela, and right in front of El's body. “Look boy, what uncle brought?”, move the object, suddenly El cried hard, his sleep was disturbed by Dylan.

“JAR DYLAN, BOTHER MY SON”, Leon's fist is ready to fly as hard as Dylan.

“Pamela, maybe El thirsty try to give milk”, said Grandma Pamela who immediately stood up from her seat, followed by Mrs Torres.

The two women of different ages made Dylan shift away from Pamela and her visibility was blocked by the body of Grandmother Pamela.

“Hey, you're Young Master Liar”, shaking one hand expels Dylan because his grandson is going to breastfeed his newly born great-grandson.

“WHAT? ME? Why did grandma throw me out? I brought a lot of milk so that my grandmother's bones are healthy”, bribe Dylan to Grandma Pamela, however she is more familiar with women that sepuh than Leonard.

“You see this iron, otherwise I think your head must be hit by this”, point Grandma at the infusion buffer. As Dylan retreated slowly, he was afraid that his head would actually hit it.

While the curtain of the barrier had closed perfectly covering the visibility of anyone who was not entitled, Mrs Torres carried El while Grandma helped unbutton the hospital pajamas attached to the young mother's body.

“How to granny?”, asked Pamela who just kept quiet according to her grandmother.

Grandma explained to her granddaughter, a comfortable breastfeeding position and should be done alternately right and left. Then El who was still crying was handed back into Pamela's arms.

As Leon sipped a sip of saliva, the sight before him was truly seductive. For 9 more months he did not see and feel anything tempting in front of his eyes.

“But grandma....?”, rigid Pamela.

“What else? You can't get it out?”

“Not.... that..”, Pamela's brown bead leads to Leon, surely Pamela feels uncomfortable her cruel husband still sitting still on the edge of the bed.

“Ah alright. YOU ARE OUT NOW ALSO”, grandmother's orders are very firm, somehow Leon feels the old woman in front of him is very creepy. “Wait another? See my great-grandson crying”, granny Pamela pummel.

“But I'm her husband”, reject Leon.

“Leon, according to him, this is also for the good of El”, concluded Mrs Torres.

Finally, the two handsome-looking men above average had to willingly share a pedestal, equally close to the chest, giving off an aura of hatred and competition to each other.

Great Lord Torres shook his head at the youngster in front of him, just as it seemed as if a young time was keeping Mrs Torres from the distractions of the competitors.

“Why are you here?”, sis Leon.

“What right do you ask, huh?”, fierce Dylan.

“BR3N9S3K, you will not be able to snatch them from me, understand that Dylan Manassero”, Leon replied.

“Unfortunately I don't care, as long as you know Aleandro Leonard.....Torres”, sharp Dylan but he mentions Leon's surname in the heart because Mr. Torres noticed both. “I was always there during Pamela's pregnancy, and my voice was heard first by Pamela's baby, the first movement I remember”, Dylan increasingly splashed embers on Leon.

Leon was struck by the words that came out of the venomous lips of his rival, he admitted that everything Dylan said was true. As long as Pamela was pregnant she never visited, even Leon did not know what it was like to touch her moving belly for the first time.

However, believing that his wife would never accept Dylan as his successor, the man is too weak to look after Pamela and her son. Leon won't let his own be forcibly taken by Dylan a second time.

“What do you think Mr Leon?”, cynical Dylan.

“You must remember, my blood is flowing in my son. He will not accept you, ah yes and I make sure you will cry because of defeat”, concluded Leon, for whatever sake he will try to melt the heart of the wife and obtain forgiveness from Pamela.

...TBC...