The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 27

The mother's insistence on success made Wilson immediately book a flight ticket to the island xxx that night as well. Mrs Hovers is a typical mother who always asks questions constantly, and Wilson is a child who does not like to be questioned, let alone reminded every day. For this reason, so that he does not get terror calls or short messages, he immediately ordered tickets after the residence of the mother.

The man was also serious with the intention of his heart, inviting Maureen to spend time on the island xxx. Therefore, without burden, Wilson immediately ordered four best class air tickets. Maureen, Veila, and Leo. In fact, Wilson also had no idea what motivated him to book four tickets at once without discussing them first.

Even though Veila was sitting next to him, the man had no intention of talking about this at all. He also did not call Leo first to confirm whether his friend could come or not. Wilson Alexander Hovers, he was just the origin of the message, followed his instincts very well.

"After home, pack your clothes. Tomorrow morning we have to go to the island xxx," Wilson said, making Veila's head.

Three minutes their car pulled over on the quiet side of the road, and suddenly, as the brake lever pulled back and the car moved again, the startling phrase escaped Wilson's lips. Shouldn't going on a honeymoon also need a two-party deal? Ah, Veila felt she was really not considered by this haughty figure who was driving. What do you want to expect from the man next to you? Give a little love and affection just a pinch? Huh, it's a miracle if it does happen.

Veila did not want to open her heart too wide again, she was traumatized, afraid that a bad ending would befall her again. It was enough that he was consumed by the seduction and sweet words of Charlie back then, and now, Veila just wanted to achieve a little happiness. But the question is, is there anyone who would give him a speck of happiness in this bleak life?

I hope it ends soon, I want to be happy. He said that because he realized, as long as he was still attached to the cruel Wilson, he could not be happy.

"You heard me, right? Don't shut up too much and respond to my words. Is talking just so hard for you?" sumpul Wilson, feeling that Veila only responded with a glare, which honestly was not satisfactory, with lips that remained tightly clenched.

Feeling that he had not heard a word out of Veila's lips, Wilson immediately stopped the speed of his car suddenly, making Veila completely thrown forward. If only there was no safety protecting his body, maybe his forehead would stumble on the dashboard and then blush.

"It's so hard to talk to a guy who's never been to high school like you. Can you just one day not piss me off and take away the taste to strangle you? You're not mute, you're not deaf, respond to me, damn it!" Wilson was angry, but not just because he didn't like to be ignored.

His anger was still based on the bitter taste of Maureen's tears this morning. For some reason, for Wilson, Veila deserved to be used as an outlet for his explosive emotions. This woman was silent and silent, making Wilson really feel satisfied if he had to scold her or do something bad to his second wife.

And also, this was an absurd fact, Wilson felt that Veila was his biggest mistake. Yes, taking Veila from the nightclub, taking her home, until marrying her was the most fatal mistake Wilson ever made. If only he could think of other ways that the child's problems could be solved without a third person, he might never see the tears of Maureen's grief again.

In Wilson's eyes, Veila Amor knew nothing, always looking wrong. As is the law of nature, the lower degree will always be wrong in the eyes of the highest degree. Of all the events that have been gathered, does Veila still deserve to be blamed by Wilson? Perhaps the experts who saw this would assume if Veila was a resigned woman would live on and not be completely wrong, and turn around, they would judge if Wilson was the one doing wrong here. However, for a ruler who had everything like Wilson, Veila was someone at fault.

Wilson rubbed his face violently, a heavy sigh he let out, and a second later he said, "Get out of my car now. You can go home on foot, I don't want a car with you."

Veila was quite surprised when she heard Wilson's words just now, but she was also no longer surprised by this angry man. However, considering that it was already night, and the air began to cool down, Veila also ventured to call out her opinion.

"Outside the cold and the dark, your house is still far away, I also don't have the money to take a taxi. Can't you take me home safely?" revealed.

And instead of understanding, Wilson was even more upset. Veila should understand Wilson's condition now, the man would continue to feel guilty if he saw Veila's face. The guilt of betraying Maureen actually grew large well, spreading out in his heart, like vines spreading rapidly.

This time Wilson said nothing. The man just took out his wallet, pulled out a sheet of dollars and threw it right in Veila's face.

Truly Wilson Alexander Hovers who had no feelings and hobbies dropped his self-esteem. Veila is again injured because of Wilson's treatment of her.

"Say if you want to ask for money. Use that to take a cab, and now get out of my car without giving me any more excuses!" hardik Wilson, very piercing and made Veila's heart and self-esteem hurt.

This is not a romantic drama that usually airs on television and can be a hot topic of conversation by netizens. Veila would never take action in a drama, where the lead would say :

Doing that at a time like this is not a good thing, especially tonight the air is really cold and tired that has been grabbed, clenched tightly. What Veila did was completely the opposite of the scene in the drama.

Not wanting to be grandiose, Veila immediately grabbed the money splattered on her thigh and passenger seat, although it was a bit difficult, but she managed to collect it all. He did it because he needed money to take a taxi.

"Thank you."

A line of bitter smile was painted on his face, words of thanks just popped out of his mouth, making Wilson inevitably take a glance and look down at the woman. Money can make anyone submissive, Wilson believed it.

And without waiting for long, Veila got out of the car, closing the door quietly to the point that Wilson had to close it from the inside because it was not closed properly. And so it was, after a few seconds of his foot stepping on the ground, that the car had already sped away leaving him alone under the night sky.

"If I stay, then I can be happy after this. However, if I can no longer afford to open my eyes to see the life of the world, it would be better if I asked Wilson to kill me. At least the suffering of my world will end and remain responsible for all my sins to God" muttered Veila, dragging her feet closer to a signpost.

His eyes closed for a moment to feel how cold the night wind was caressing the surface of his face. However, suddenly the woman's eyes opened when she felt that the tip of her nose was being spilled by a drop of natural water. What was originally a small stub had now turned into a bit of a rush.

Veila dyed, but she found no place to shelter. Wilson dropped it on a plain road without a stopover roof, very on target if you want to see Veila drenched in rain until soaked.

"Even the world cries when it sees me. I couldn't help it, but I was forced to live. I behaved well in the world, but why is there not one beautiful reply for me?" upset with the hand that also squeezed the money given Wilson.

"Hey, Miss Amor! What are you doing in the rain? You're not a kid anymore who likes to shower in the rain, you should be looking for a shelter—" Leo with his umbrella.

The man's words stopped because he realized there was no suitable place to be a stop for a moment to avoid himself from the rain.

"You ... Crying?" leo asked, bowing his face, trying to find the speed point of the tears covered by the rain. Veila wondered, why does Leo always come in when Wilson's done hurting him? Leo, she's like a wingless angel who's always on standby to prop up Veila's legs, making her feel at ease because there's still someone who cares about her.

The headband that Veila gave off did not make a Leo Zhang believe. He brought his face closer and narrowed his eyes, still trying to find the camouflaged water.

Veila's breath was choked when she saw Leo who took off her umbrella just like that and then stuck their eyebrows together, making the tops of the noses of the two touch each other. A second later, Leo smiled sweetly, trying to keep his eyes open despite the pain of being hit by water stubs. The man's lips opened, looking very sexy under the rain, then slowly his lips moved to say something.

"Let's cry together, Veila. I'm hurt too. Let's remove each other's pain under the rain." Leo's hand moved slowly, grabbed both sides of Veila's hip and began to pull her closer. Very intimate, too close, as if there was no distance. Plus the wet clothes made it seem as if they were not wearing a thread. In contrast to Leo, Veila panics too much from the distance, trying to get away, but Leo does not let.

While at the end of the road there, a few meters from where Leo and Veila were, neatly parked luxury car that lowered Veila at will. Wilson Alexander Hovers is in the middle of witnessing a romance based on the wounds exhibited by two talented actors. Unknowingly, his hand squeezed the steering wheel of the car, feeling that it was something that Leo and Veila were not supposed to do.

"That man is really fucking, I told him to pick up Veila, not to make out in the rain," growled Wilson, hitting his wheel once with gusto.

Leo did this scene to carry out his mission—make Wilson jealous? Answer's no. This time he did not do it as usual. Everything he did was completely based on the desire of his wounded heart.

If I had bought you, not Wilson. You must be the best wounding, Veila.

Wilson and Leo, they're both the same. Both were wounded and took Veila in revenge.