My Dowager Montes
#91. Threats
Chelsea and Harvey were forced to return to the capital, because Harvey had to go to school after yesterday he did not enter to accompany his mother. Although in reality the mother instead fled to find her dady.
With a heavy heart the couple must be willing to take off each other. If only his single son was old enough, Brian would have taken his wife where.
"Bye dad's. Don't be naughty. Later momy dady law again" threatened the child for seeing his dady limp early this morning when he again knocked on his bedroom door. Harvey wants to sleep with his mother. Finally Brian allowed him, otherwise he would not be able to sleep because he continued to be bullied by his son. Of course Brian put long pajamas on his wife first.
"Yes, bebel" replied Brian who then hugged and kissed the head of Chelsea "Dady just wanted to always be punished momy" he then hugged his wife who was reciprocated by a tight hug as well. But Harvey only frowned not understanding the way the dady's mind.
Just a little more papa-in-law's company problem is over. And Chelsea must be willing to let her husband handle the company problems of his papa, accompanying his sister Elroy who still lacks experience in handling problems in the board of directors.
Once home, Chelsea immediately prepared Harvey's school needs, then drove him to school. After that he went straight to the workshop because yesterday he had permission not to come.
The workshop was still quiet, only Pak Seto and Bang Dodot were handling the Land Cruiser owned by one of the customers.
"Pak Seto, is there a problem with the workshop?"
"Ga there's mom. Everything can be resolved"
"good. I'm going upstairs first yeah"
"Good ma'am"
Chelsea slowly climbed the stairs towards her privacy room.
"Chels !"
Someone's call stopped his gontai steps.
"Dennis? what's the morning here?"
"Tuh, my car arrived suddenly ngadat" his head pointed at the Land Cruiser which was in utak or bang Dodot.
"Elo's office isn't it here?" ask her again, feeling confused because the direction of the office is opposite and far from this workshop.
"Gue there's a meeting, sign a contract with the company in this direction. Arrive here at deket. Yes, I've met you"
"Ngapain met me" Chelsea undoes her intention to go up to her privacy room. His family did not allow anyone but his family to enter the room. If there are guests or VIP customers, VIP SPOT is provided. A special waiting place for regular customers or VIP, where there is a kind of mini cafe. Chelsea did not take him there. Because he thinks Dennis isn't that important. He doesn't care about someone's job. What he noticed was the family relationship and the business relationship of his workshop.
Chelsea folded her hands to her chest while watching her Land Cruiser.
"Lo ain't got a driver?" the question is then while stepping towards the bench waiting😨 *cock effect yak😨 horror
He felt that Dodot could overcome a trivial problem in Dennis's car.
"My driver's sick, there's no backup"
"Elo is the same with me. Real likes. So ashamed of it"
"Jiah, does a Dennis have any shame? person********lo* only on sale" the sarcophagus.
"Lo ain't afraid of getting sick? dip there, dip here. I was disgusted by her" he continued.
"Ck, I'm a guy, Chels. You can also get a disease if you are not surrounded. Anyhow..."
"Don't tell me the nemu ball is a good fit. Old song. Fits it relatively Den. How personal we are. If we're jerks, then he's got a breksek again. If the kalita kalem, kind and not arrogant, diligently save to the teacher's mother. Yeah, good stuff too. Don't get hung up on other people's property as well" he said.
"You are my mistress" he complained.
"You know I like you a lot from the beginning. Why don't you open your heart? Try it first you're not far from me, surely I'm not a cake jerk now" he added.
"People yes, habits. Always find a scapegoat to blame. The goats are slandered. Anyway yes, your efforts ga pol. Try first you don't turn into a jerk because I'm away. Try if you keep trying to get me in a good way. Maybe at that time I could see your sincerity. If it's your cake, how's mo serious? little trouble, runaway noses, runaway nicks. Do you think I like that cake guy? Not because of the material I want to be taken seriously, inget ya" at length Chelsea nagged him. Tend to advise the truth.
Dennis was pensive, he confirmed the words Chelsea. He was not good enough to be his companion.
"What about your husband?" his language arrived he was a more polite fox. It arises because of his awareness to appreciate the woman who has filled his heart and mind.
"Lo's healthy? no wrong medication, right?"
"No, I'm healthy. I was nanya. How are you?"
"Where's what? he's dead love with me, so am I"
"You turned out to be wrong about your husband. You... would you mind me to make him fatiin in your life? I realized I was wrong all along. You are the one who realized me. Don't know why, even if you know you're married, even have children, I still wish you were. I even do'a-"
"Stop! Don't be kicked. There's no word if. I'm the same Bear-gue ain't never gonna break up, for anything. Even if death picks up one of us-"
"I believe in you. How is he? Are you sure he will be faithful until death to pick her up? Even now it's possible." Dennis hung up. Chelsea's waiting for a follow-up sentence that's gonna come out of that damn mouth.
"Continuous. If you say not half" he said coldly. She doesn't like it when someone tries to slander her husband. He got up and stood in front of Dennis.
"What do you mean? mo slander my lakik?"
"Eng. ngga, not that. I asked, when you took him to the city, who was the woman who arrived to attack you? trus they happen to be in the same hotel, hold your husband's phone too. Are you sure they are related to each other. Intimately it means, is again much the same as you. His name is man"
bugh
Chelsea boasted a Dennis face that didn't seem to stop his fucking talk.
"Once again you slander my lakik. I'm sure you bury yourself" he threatened Dennis who was surprised by the attack arrived Chelsea, then look in the eye, look capable of burning anything.
