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The cold weather outside does not make a woman in a luxury apartment unit laze around in the room. With trembling hands the woman cleaned the broken glass on the floor of the room, did not stop her activities even though blood dripped from her palm due to scratched glass shards, tears also dripped along the floor. Pamela's name, blonde and long-haired woman is the wife of Aleandro Leonard Torres a successful young businessman who is highly valued throughout Spain, especially the City of Madrid.
Pamela took a breath hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening quite loudly, without turning her head in the slightest she knew who was coming out of the room. Increasingly accelerating the movement of his hand put all the broken glass into the trash.
“Ck, slow”, said a man. “Quick clean, I don't want any stains in here, you understand?”, the voice of the male baritone who always incised a wound in his heart. Seeing no response from Pamela, this man tightened his jaw “JAWAB”, he jolted.
“Good Tuan”, great-grandson of Pamela.
“APA?, what did you say? Say clearly”, exclaimed the man and spread his legs before Pamela's eyes.
“Good Tuan”, said Pamela in a clearer voice.
The man who had no feelings crouched down and flanked hard both cheeks of Pamela with one hand, smiling smirk while looking down on the woman who always warmed her bed. “Use your mouth well when talking, understand?”, the cold voice so pierced into the chest.
According to the rules Pamela has signed if she is forbidden to stare and even touch her husband without permission. When speaking, he always lowered his eyes. Plopping Pamela's face and shaking her hands as if disgusted by the sweat from her palm, “I go, make the best of time until I return”, , rubbing the top of Pamela's head while wiping the sweat in her hand and stepping away from the penthouse.
“Huh”, Pamela could breathe a sigh of relief when she saw her husband coming out of the apartment, she rushed to clean the dirt in the room. Then treat the wound on his hand that is not comparable to the nicks in his heart.
It was a bad morning for him to have to accept the wrath of an Aleandro Leonard Torres or better known Leon. Pamela's cooking soup doesn't go to Leon's liking as it's written on the schedule. It was not without reason that this woman made it because the supply of groceries in the cupboard was running low, there were no ingredients to cook the soup that Leon wanted. Leon slammed a glass filled with milk from the top of the nightstand and spilled food onto the floor.
After wrapping her hands in bandages, Pamela took the coat she was going to use. He leaves the apartment with a driver who Leon prepared for him. Pamela just visited the grocery store to buy all the necessities in the apartment, not wanting to get angry again just because of food, carefully Pamela calculated the necessary groceries. Put one by one things into the trolly, pushing it full of energy and do not forget how he endured the pain in his palm.
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