When a Neglected Wife Moves

Panic Dylan

Across the street Dylan rounded his eyes as he observed the CCTV he had installed hidden in the corner of Jelita Maharani's room.

"Gob Lok!" The sarcasm screamed.

Dylan walked back and forth in front of a large screen that featured a picture of his mistress falling asleep under a blanket, with a puzzled face.

How to tell Jelita that she does not have her mobile number, even though it has been very close for several months now Dylan only gave a message to Jelita through an arrow. Then to whom will he tell the crime of the woman who seized the man's husband? He keeps turning his brain.

"Asshiitz!!" He then ran out of the room when he saw Jelita wriggling from her place.

It can be made sure Jelita will soon wake up and step on the oil-soaked floor, Dylan does not care about Brandon's fetus, he just does not want if Jelita wretched, that's all.

"Lord, take care of that poor woman! Please!" He muttered in between his runs, Dylan had now come out of his mansion grounds and entered the house next door.

Hopes are high for Dylan to save Jelita, even though he has to barge in without permission from the owner of the house, to hell with the burglar stamp that he might wear after that, he said, as long as he can make sure Jelita is okay.

BRAK BRAK BRAK!!

His huge footsteps echoed in Brandon Dwi Pangga's living room and entered the living room where there was still Shasha and Mina standing dumbfounded looking at him in wonder.

"Mr Dylan." Chirps Mina with glaring eyes. Whatisthis? What if Shasha told Brandon that a man entered the house without permission, Jelita would be angry, thought the middle-aged woman worried.

"Who is Mbok?" Shasha glared at Dylan who was running up the stairs.

Mina didn't answer, she just ran around following Dylan "Hopefully nothing happened to the young mistress." He muttered and Shasha could still hear.

Shasha also runs after Mina, her glassy mind starting to perch on her head "Did a man just know something?" The mind that in the end did not dare to climb the stairs.

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"Oh no! Jelita!"

Arriving in the room Dylan shouted when he saw the beautiful woman his heart was spattered with blood on his thighs.

"Oh my God, Jelita." Then he lifted the little body of the woman with his hands "Jelita!" Even her calls were getting so panicked.

"Madam! Why is he Sir?" Mina was more stunned to see the condition of her employer was unconscious in her neighbor's arms.

Dylan did not answer Mina's question, but the man simply walked down the stairs and exclaimed at her network of systems that he had pinned on the collar of his t-shirt.

"Prepare car! Soon!" The screech is very firm and hard.

On the lower floor Shasha was shocked to hear the sound of his screeching, he also widened his eyes, whether to be happy or sad to see Jelita managed to do him harm.

"Jeje!" He pretended to be shocked or perhaps real shocked because his conscience admitted his guilt.

"Surge!" Dylan's flick with a sharp gaze that was difficult to understand and then Shasha complied to move aside.

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"Jeje!"

"Oh what else is this?!" Dylan muttered lazily when he accidentally met Jelita's in-laws, on the porch of the house.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you carrying my ghost!" Emma squealing at Dylan.

"Asshiitz!" For Dylan there was no time to get acquainted, in his arms Jelita was helpless, he did not even understand what made Jelita faint during that time, not to mention so much blood that also soaked his burly arms.

"Road! Hurry along!" Dylan's screams echoed inside his luxury car and as fast as lightning it drove on and passed from there to the hospital.

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In an elite hospital in a special area of the capital Jakarta, a man with a tall stout, double hair drowned when carried away.

"E'den, your wife's on the run from another man!" The message he had read just a moment ago was quite emotional.

"It looks like the young lady was taken to the hospital, she collapsed while being carried by Mr. Dylan next door." That's the sentence he heard from his house assistant.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with my Jeje? I hope nothing happens to him." The man sped his way down the hallway of the suite room with an anxious look on his handsome face, a moment ago he asked the room his wife was wearing.

No matter the heart when considering a man brought his wife to run, the heat spread throughout his body, what else for several months Brandon summarized the signs of love for a Dylan on his wife.

The door of the room he was heading to opened and how shocked he was to see his beautiful wife lying in silence on the patient's bed, not only that, Brandon's hands also clenched tightly as his eyes caught the burly hand grasping the tiny, smooth hand of his wife.

"Dylan!"

The screech echoed within that vast room, a sharp gaze fixed on that male boule billionaire right now.

"How dare you touch my wife!" As Dylan moved from his seat, he stood facing the husband of the woman he loved.

At his thrust the sturdy body of the man until cornered on the wall "You what my wife?!" Screeched Brandon with pursed lips growled.

"Hhh!" The cold smirk of the man came out right at the corner of his lips "I saved your wife from your poison! Shouldn't you be thanking me?" Said Dylan lightly.

"What do you mean?!"

"Jallang you kept in your house, almost killed your wife and your baby!"

"Sat bang!" Brandon clutched firmly the collar of Dylan's t-shirt was furious, how dare Dylan talk like that to him.

"Dylan, ...." The soft voice came out from Jelita Maharani's lips, the woman had regained consciousness and saw Dylan's face while in the car, maybe now he was looking for his rescue figure.

Brandon turned with a look of wrath, he looked at the woman full of question marks, is it appropriate for married women to mention the names of other men in his subconscious?

Looking at Brandon's wrath, Dylan developed the smirk "You see, your wife even calls me when her eyes are still closed, she knows I'm her super hero." Her speech.

"Suck!" At once Brandon's hand was stomping on the chest of Dylan Jackson's field.

"Excuse me, sir." A medically-dressed woman entered the room appreciably making Brandon control his emotions a little.

The man sat on the right seat of the bed the patient stared at the medics injecting something into Jelita's infusion and before long Jelita moved her fingers and opened her eyes slowly.

"Jeje, baby." The woman's head Brandon elus softly "You ain't papa hm?" Ask.

Jelita shook her head "Ga papa." He then turned to Dylan, who was still standing by his patient's bedside, "Thank you, Dylan, for bringing me here." A faint smile bloomed on her soft lips.

"Together."

After Jelita siuman Brandon immediately brought his wife back despite initially rejected by the medical, especially Dylan, considering Jelita's condition still needs treatment.

Jelita had experienced bleeding to make her fetus at risk of death, fortunately not to fade, but Brandon still kekeh bring his wife home, he was deliberately going to do outpatient at home only, just to get out, let him take a few days off from work to take care of his wife alone, maybe then Jelita again realized that the super hero in his life is not Dylan but her husband.

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