My Poor Secretary's
The Part 161
Time continues to roll, the air outside is getting colder accompanied by natural light that is getting dim leaving dark accompanied by snow falling quite fast. Danzel began to shift position unconsciously to hug Gwen who was on her back.
Gwen who suddenly got the touch was even more sound. What's more, his stomach is currently held by the father of the child in the womb, although not cleaned but the position is very comfortable.
The head of Danzel who had felt dizzy to make him faint it began to subside a little although not completely. Just at midnight he woke up and felt someone touch him.
Danzel's hand touched Gwen's shoulder, turning her body around for her to see and make sure. He did not utter a single word, precisely massaging his throbbing temple was indeed due to dizziness.
Awareness begins to envelop Danzel. He did not hallucinate seeing Gwen, her real woman was in front of his eyes. But his heart was completely at a loss wanting to endure or leave that was clearly still the property of another man.
Slowly Danzel pulled her hand very carefully so as not to disturb Gwen's sleep. Even getting out of bed as much as possible did not make a sound. He didn't throw his secretary away, still leaving Gwen in the same room with him.
Danzel further raised the blanket to cover up Gwen's chest. He wanted to kiss his forehead but was undone and chose to swing his legs towards the window. Open the curtains wide to see the outside view at night.
“What should I do to you, Gwen?” mumbling Danzel. “Why it is so hard to decide to leave your life,” he added accompanied by a complaint.
Danzel did not refuse to get a touch from her woman. His eyes were fixed on the outside of the window. He was shaking with all his heart. There was no compelling reason to stick with Gwen, but leaving her was hard.
“Don't leave me, Danzel,” pinta Gwen. When he had just woken up, he heard a soft murmur from the man's lips. “I love you, very. Stay by my side,” hopefully.
“You're somebody's wife, Gwen. How can I stay with you while your status is still another male partner,” Danzel replied. He did not use emotion when talking to a loved woman for fear of regret as before when attending the wedding Diora— ex-lover who ended up issuing uncomfortable words.
“If I tell you about my married life, can you trust me?” ask Gwen. It seems that it has already been revealed before the official time to divorce, better say everything. Somehow the end of his love story this time, he can only resign and try his best.
“Say, Gwen. I want to hear directly from your sweet lips,” Danzel replied. It was like stroking the surface of his female skin that was coiling on his stomach, but hold it, it was the wife of the person.
Gwen took in a deep breath and took it out slowly from her mouth. His brain was composing from where to tell the story of his household who woke up without love.