PLEASE, LOVE ME, WIDOW

TWO HUNDRED AND TWELVE

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“I'm sure you're wise enough to separate between your hatred and this case I'm dealing with.  I need your opinion, Love, as my husband and the father of my son.  Because whatever our decision is now, there will definitely be consequences that we will face in the future” said Qiandra.

Dean's soft hand stroking his wife's long hair came to a halt when he heard the words Qiandra.  The handsome man looked at the face of the beautiful woman he loved so much, while Dean sighed, then returned to comment on a shady smile.  “You can always take my heart, Honey, and only you can

did that.  Actually, I don't care about that guy anymore, whether he's alive or dead.  But, it seems like I can't just throw away all the past that ever existed.  You're right, that whatever decision we make now there will be

consequences in the future.  In case of this case, I can only tell you to consider who is the victim in this case, just like the case

our parents.  Because suda definitely isn't

only you are the victim, not” Dean said at length.

Qiandra was instantly stunned, she immediately woke up and she covered her mouth with her hands, “Gosh, Love, you were right, gosh, how could I forget them, geez” Qiandra exclaimed.  Qiandra's response made Dean a little surprised because the wife suddenly just moved up and immediately stood up.

“Honey, be careful” exclaimed Dean in a worried tone and immediately held Qiandra's body that looked a little unsteady.

“Ahhhh, ma forgive me, Love” said Qiandra while holding her fist that was a little dizzy because she suddenly woke up.  Dean swiftly helped his wife to sit back and leaned her on the chair

special pregnant women.

“Are you okay, hmmmm” asked Dean worriedly when he saw his wife still closing her eyes.  Qiandra only nodded at a glance, then slowly opened her eyes.

“I'm fine, Love, it seems like I should always move slowly, the reflex movement made me a little dizzy.  But now, I'm fine” said Qiandra trying to convince her husband.

“Alright, your gestational age is big enough, Honey, so please be careful” Dean said in a soft voice, although Qiandra knew that the husband was upset by his carelessness.

“Iya, Love, I'm sorry” the great-granddaughter of the pregnant woman.

“Already, do not think about it anymore, then you should just rest now, do not force yourself to think about things” Dean then help Qiandra stand up and lead her towards their bed.

As king, Dean could have called a servant and told him to take care of his wife, just like the other kings did.  However, such great love made him not let careless people take care of

the wife.  In any event, Dean will do everything in his power to serve Qiandra.  Qiandra who saw the sincerity of the husband,

smiling happily, even though he still did not want to rest.  However, because Dean was directly guiding him, then Qiandra did not refuse.

“Thank you, Love” Qiandra said as her husband wrapped himself in the blanket and fixed the position.

Dean smiled, then gently kissed the wife's forehead, “I told you not to continue thanking her, Honey, you are my queen, so it is my duty

to always look after and make yourself happy.  Now, close your eyes, and sleep, I will accompany you here until you fall asleep” whispered with gentleness, making Qiandra feel truly loved.

The loving treatment of the husband who was fondling the head of Qiandra, making pregnant women who initially felt did not want to rest, slowly fell asleep and entered the dream world.  Dean who realized that Qiandra had fallen asleep, smiled warmly, “Somehow else will your past be revealed later, Honey, but whatever it is, I won't let you face it alone.  If possible, then I alone will drive all those problems out of your way.  You just know enough, without having to burden your mind” sizzle Dean in your heart.

leave that luxurious room.  In front

the room door, four servants and several bodyguards stood with

standby.  They simultaneously bowed

body when seeing the door open.

“Never let your guard down Dean said as he stepped past the servants and bodyguards.

“Good Your Highness” sahut them in unison.

Dean continued his steps towards the workspace located side by side with the main room.  Although next to each other, but the distance of the two rooms is quite far, because each has a very large size.

Qiandra was awake shortly after her husband left the main room.  Qiandra, who was basically not sleepy, only fell asleep for a moment because of the warmth of her husband's love.  The moment Dean left her, it was as if an alarm that immediately kept the beautiful woman awake.  However, Qiandra did not immediately open her eyes, she knew that the husband was watching her.

Qiandra slowly flipped over her body and turned her back to the position of the CCTV that was in the room.  Not also feeling confident, Qiandra deliberately did not open her eyes.  The woman's brain began to wander, and tried to digest all the events that happened in her life.

“Sister Charles, forgive me for forgetting your family, forgive me for ignoring them for so long, forgive me, for I am all this happening” hiss Qiandra.  There was a great pain and guilt in her heart when she remembered her late husband.

Qiandra tried to hold back her sobbing, because she knew that if Dean saw her crying, the man would soon approach her.  “I really never thought that I was the reason for all the tragic events that have happened to you and our son, Brother, please forgive me” hiss Qiandra with tears in her eyes.

Qiandra was so lost in her thoughts and grief that she did not realize her husband's presence had gathered before her.  Dean stretched out his hand and slowly

wipe away the tears that ran down Qiandra's face.  Qiandra instantly opened her eyes as she felt a soft touch on her cheek.

“Love, ....” hiss Qiandra who was a little surprised by the whereabouts of the husband.

Dean smiled looking at his wife's face, “What's up, Honey, are you dreaming” asked Dean gently.

“Will you hug me, Love” pinta Qiandra who did feel the need for a place to lean.  Dean, hearing his wife's request, immediately climbed onto the luxurious bed and extended his hand to the wife.  Qiandra immediately entered in the husband's warm embrace, and without hesitation she sobbed in the chest of the male field.

Dean let the wife let go of all the stifling feeling of her chest.  Dean had guessed that the woman must have

he will feel sadness when he is left alone.  Qiandra's feeling is very soft, it will certainly be wracked with guilt when he finds out he was the cause of the death of his husband and son first.

After a while, Qiandra looks calm, “Just let go of everything, Honey, don't be held back, cry, until you feel relieved, because this is for last

the time I let you cry because of a problem related to

all men in your past” said Dean.  “Cry for your past for a moment, and after that smile for all your life for a happy future that we will reach with”.

Qiandra gasped at the husband's words, instantly realizing that there was a blur tucked in Dean said.  Qiandra only realized that her husband was muffling her jealousy, which must have made the king feel upset.  However, with love Dean still provides his chest for the

wives.