The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 31

After hearing the words that came out of Maureen's mouth, Wilson immediately left the wife, just came out without touching the call Maureen made for her. No matter how loud and soft his wife's voice, Wilson kept his feet away, taking himself out of the villa.

His plan was to breathe fresh air and vent his emotions and disappointment by hitting something, but unintentionally, his gaze was suddenly fixed on two people sitting close together on a bench. When Veila's name slipped in his brain, Wilson suddenly began to feel that Veila was the right object to serve as an impingement. He could do anything to Veila with a lot of money already spent to buy the woman.

Quickly, he immediately moved his feet closer towards the two people. Samar, he can hear Leo's words, is vague, but he can catch some words like 'accompanse you' and 'need'. And the grip of his hand and pull successfully made Veila not to reply to Leo's words. Without saying anything, with a hint of brute force, he immediately pulled Veila away. However, things did not go smoothly because Leo also contributed and clasped Veila's left hand, making Wilson stop and forcing him to turn around and exchange views with Leo.

"Don't take it rough, Wilson. He's been sick. If you need it, you can take it a little softly" Leo said with his hand still gripping gently on Veila's wrist.

As said before, Wilson felt emotional about having to look at Leo. Still clearly imprinted sentence Leo and Maureen throws, something that successfully makes Wilson's heart broken to pieces, can no longer be put together. Intentionally, the man pretended not to know and let it happen, wanting to see to what extent their ability to survive and hide the crazy thing. After all, he had the figure of Veila, the right woman to be used as an outlet for pain.

"Don't interfere" sizzled Wilson, looked at Leo's guts and pulled Veila, making Leo's grip detach and Veila pulled back.

A little surprised when he found a taut tone, Leo was surprised and asked a lot of questions about himself. What made Wilson's mood worse?

"I didn't interfere, just reminding him that you're a little bit more gentle with him" Leo replied, a little emotional also because of Wilson's tone that seemed to invite him to war.

Wilson did not want to spend his voice to reply to the useless words that Leo had given. Just staring for a moment, then he immediately pulled Veila back. Quick and in a hurry, Wilson could not step Veila balanced and finally made himself fall with the sound of a knee that hit quite strongly.

"Go quickly!" wilson snapped, forcing Veila to immediately stand up from the drop position. This of course made Leo could not stay still and finally ran a little towards Veila who was trying to get back on her feet, then reached out to help her.

"Wilson Alexander Hovers! You're outrageous! You treat him as if he deserves to be physically or mentally grounded. If you know like this, it'd be better if you didn't make up for it!" Leo emotions, at least the heart if you have to see a woman is based on a man. Although he also made Veila a place to winnow, but he did not play rough like Wilson.

"Don't touch him, goddamn it!" his meaning, raised his fist on Leo's face, made the man stagger and the corner of his lips was injured. Wilson hit his face hard enough to make a new wound.

Seeing that Veila's eyes were round, he hurriedly stood up and slapped Wilson in the face.

"I've been patient enough to face you. How could you hit him just because he was going to help me? What is your heart made of?!" Veila snapped at Wilson with a trembling voice. Honestly, he slapped Wilson on reflex. Seeing the man punch Leo made his courage momentarily rise to the surface and finally dare to throw a powerful slap that could distract Wilson.

There is no such thing as succumbing to the living dictionary of a Wilson Hovers. His emotions were further aroused when Veila Amor interfered with everything. As if slapping without knowing the true condition of the heart. Wilson Alexander Hovers, he stepped up because he felt annoyed to have been betrayed by Leo, very reasonable, right?

It's just that the guy punched Leo with a different object thing, Veila. Feeling really upset with Veila, Wilson slapped back. The sound of cheeks intersecting with the palms of the hands was heard echoing in the silent night. Wilson slapped Veila quite strongly, stronger than his fist at Leo.

"Wilson Hovers!" screeching Leo, ran over to Wilson and also floated a powerful bogeman in retaliation for slapping Veila who knew nothing.

Wilson chuckled with a crying heart, and without punching back, he pulled Veila's arm back, took her hundred thousand dollar woman into the villa and left Leo in a dark yard.

Wilson didn't sign Maureen's call. He just passed the wife without looking at her with his hands still dragging Veila violently. He even pretended not to see Maureen. His beloved wife must be taught a lesson in what she has done. Either where Wilson took Veila, that's definitely not the woman's room or not the room she occupied with Maureen. The man took Veila to the room, closed the door violently and then immediately pushed Veila away, making her fall on her back on the bed.

"What do you want to do?" veila asked, her voice trembling, Wilson's sharp gaze successfully scaring her. Can he apologize now for slapping Wilson earlier?

There was no reply coming out of Wilson's lips, the man did not want to waste his time just to answer the silly question. With impatience and an emotional self, Wilson immediately tore off Veila's nightgown, leaving the woman screaming and suffocating, trying to cover her body covered only by underwear.

"I-I'm sorry for slapping you earlier. Don't treat me like this, please," Veila muttered, shaking her head strongly, trying for nothing. He knew he was wrong to have slapped this proud, powerful man, but at least wasn't the reply that Wilson slapped on his cheek enough to be called retribution?

Deaf and blind, Wilson paid no heed to the heartwarming words Veila had shown. There was not a single shred of pity, there was only the thought of venting his heartache. No need to go all the way to go and hire a night woman at the club, if in front of him now he already has a person who deserves—for Wilson— to be used as an emotional outlet.

It didn't take long for Wilson to take off his pants and tear up *********** Veila. The merciful cry Veila made seemed pointless, Wilson Alexander Hovers, the man simply inserted his manhood without any lubrication first. The large blunt object Wilson inserted, ripping off Veila's blood membrane, making blood splattered on white sheets as the man began to move his body.

Wilson can feel if his shoulder is injured by Veila's scratch when****** attempted to get in there. He could also hear the stifled screeches coming out from the sides of Veila's lips. But then, when ***** has entered completely and his waist has been moved quickly, suddenly his movement stopped. Her bead saw a lot of blood staining the white bed sheet, her chest pounding, then turned her gaze towards Veila's face.

The woman was crying because she felt a great pain, her life seemed to be lifted when the blunt object broke into her, if it felt like she wanted to die alone, after all it felt equally sick, after all, although Veila knew the process of life-revocation was much more painful.

Damnit damnit! Wilson thought Veila was no longer a virgin, so he simply put hers in, without lubricating her first. Night butterflies are usually used to such things. However, in reality, Veila was still a girl, and Wilson instead entered it violently, without lubrication first.

"You're still a virgin?" Wilson asked, looking at Veila who was trying not to cry anymore.

His face, which had initially turned to the right, now began to turn to look at Wilson. For a few seconds, they still looked at each other before Veila's eyes blurred again. Her tears fell down through her cheeks, her hands squeezing the white bedsheet with a slight force.

"Wilson is sick" he said in tears, leaving Wilson completely weakened. Veila's hand squeezed the bed linen and then began to put their fingers together. Wilson squeezed Veila's little fingers firmly. I wish the woman would stop crying because of it.

Not only limited to holding each other's fingers of different sizes, Wilson also gave a kiss on Veila's lips.

In addition to his slap successfully made Veila's cheeks reddened, the corner of the lips that a few days ago was torn was again injured, the dry wound was again injured. It was the first time Wilson had sipped the lip of an injured woman. The rusty and salty taste of iron that came from tears greeted his mouth. Without intending to end something responsible down there, Wilson immediately continued the activity that had stopped earlier, of course with their lips that are still doing unification.

Veila thought she could do nothing but give up everything. Letting Wilson kiss her, and letting Wilson destroy her, too. Now there was nothing more he should be proud of in him, and all he had left at this moment was a wait to be happy later on, that was all he expected now.

After doing the release, spitting out his precious seeds in Veila's womb, Wilson immediately overstretched Veila—'s body more precisely fell—picked his breath for a moment and then whispered something before finally releasing their union.

"Don't cry. I'm sorry." That's what Wilson whispered. A rare sentence that Veila would probably never hear in the future.