The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 32

Both Wilson's eyelids opened slowly as sunlight escaped without permission through the air vents as well as a slight window gap that was not covered by curtains.

Wilson was most lazy if he had to wake up in this way, not with the call of love from his beloved wife. Feeling that his intelligent brain realized something big, he immediately rubbed his handsome face with a little rough using his palm. He kicked a blanket that wrapped his innocent body last night, making the thick and warm object almost fall and not cover his upper body that was completely naked. There was no longer a figure of Veila who fell asleep next to him, the side of the bed was empty again, and the torn clothes that had splashed on the floor were no trace.

Yesterday he did not spend the night with Maureen, not a variety of hugs and kisses before sleeping with the idol. Last night he spent time with Veila Amor, destroying the woman and leaving her to sleep on the side of an empty bed.

A whole body of trembling and a little sobbing accompanied the silent night of a Wilson Hovers. Tired of saying 'silence' and 'stop crying and lamenting unimportant things'. Wilson immediately turned a blind eye, not caring anymore about the figure of the woman he had just mercilessly abused. Wilson did not know when Veila stopped crying and regained her composure as she was lulled by a super-beautiful dreamland. As Wilson knew, when he was almost asleep, the little stuffing was still incandescent he could hear.

Realizing that he would never be able to continue his deep sleep, Wilson sat down with his legs dangling under the bed. And at that moment, his gaze was accidentally fixed on the blood spot belonging to Veila that was imprinted on the white bed sheet. It was dry and not as red as last night, it was a little faded, but Wilson was sure it was the blood of his deeds last night.

Grimacing grimaced, he could still hear the strangulation that came out from the lips of the second wife, more precisely the wife who was in charge of producing offspring. Wilson knew it was painful and painful, more para than from the scar on his shoulder that had begun to dry up.

There was a shred of guilt rising in his heart for having entered Veila violently, like someone inhumane. However, Wilson hurriedly shook his head immediately, assuming that his actions were not entirely wrong as it was indeed acceptable to an impingement, such as Veila.

Not wanting to think about it further, Wilson immediately walked out of the bed, putting his feet close to the glass window still covered by a plain gray curtain. It's his last day on the island, but it looks like he'll never want to spend his time with Maureen. He was already hurt and not sure he could accept Maureen, although the love was still attached perfectly to his little heart.

The opening of the gray curtain, made the manic again narrowed because the incoming sunlight illuminated the room that had been a little dark.

The first thing he saw was of course the blue sea with waves that were quite calm and seagulls perched sweetly on rocks near the sea. Wilson was able to capture the presence of the flock because the distance of the villa with the beach is not too far away. The sunlight that penetrated in was not so bright and stinging that indicates if this is still too early, Wilson woke up earlier than the usual holidays.

The man thought that the flock of seagulls was an interesting morning scene, but there was a scene that caught his attention even more. The figure of the woman he destroyed last night is now sitting on a brown bench overlooking the vast ocean.

No, don't accuse Wilson of a no-no. He behaved that way because he didn't want his impingement to be protected by a guy like Leo. Wilson was sure very well, his mind and Leo were really the same, they both must have been making Veila as an outlet because of Maureen.

How could Leo who was not very fond of Veila Amor suddenly have enough sympathy for the poor woman? Wilson praised himself for being able to catch such a strange thing, but at the same time he also cursed harshly himself for not being able to smell the rottenness of Maureen and Leo who had destroyed him.

Wilson and Leo shared a sharp look. However, it was not actually Leo that Wilson expected, he wanted Veila to turn and face him. Unfortunately, there is no mention of Veila. Makes Wilson growl and then chuckle.

"Hey, a hundred thousand dollars!"

Five seconds he waited, but still no response. Instead, Leo looked back at him and focused on Veila's injured knee. Upset at not being touched, Wilson's two hands clenched with the veins of the hand that poked. His emotions rose because of such trifles, most disliked if ignored by someone lower than himself.

"I'm talking to you, a hundred thousand dollars! Prepare me some warm water! I want to take a shower!" wilson shouted in a commanding tone.

Veila actually wanted to turn her head, afraid that Wilson would be rude again like last night. He hated the most if he had to give himself up again, sighing resignedly under the game that Wilson made while enduring the pain in his feminine area. But Leo instigated him, saying that he did not need to allow himself just to say. He convinces her that he can be used to protect Veila in full.

"If I get downstairs, get ready to pull you, Veila!" irritated Wilson and then immediately left the balcony to descend down, approaching Veila and Leo

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