When a Neglected Wife Moves

Please!

Brandon took his expensive coat and walked out of the main room of his mansion. Outside there was already a woman welcoming him out.

Frown Shasha looked at the man and asked "Mas, where are you going? Why is the room in the lock, I waited for you here. Where are you going now?" Cecer.

"You go home, I'm going out of town now!" Brandon kept going long past his lover's body, indifferent.

"Out of town? Whynot? Same who?" The woman continued to follow where Brandon's footsteps were.

"My jeje has been found, I have to catch up with him right now!" Brandon.

Which made Shasha frown even more "Is that as important as Jeje Mas? To the extent that you can leave me alone?" Ask.

While grunting Brandon stopped his steps then stood face to face with the woman "You know what Jeje means in my life like? He means so much to me!" Reveal it.

Shasha took off the "Then what about me? Have you forgotten your promises all along? You said I was your first love, I was more important than anyone else in your life, and now you're saying Jeje means a lot in your life?" Her angle.

"Are you going to throw me out after this? I'm the one you took everything from?" Ask again.

"I told you, there's no time to debate this, after Jeje's business is over we'll talk about it again!" Brandon continued his steps back towards a car that was preparing to take him.

"Where can that be?" Shasha continued to follow the man but this time did not get any beautification.

"Mas!"

Brugh!

Brandon had entered his luxury car and the driver immediately took himself to the place where Jelita last showed his nose.

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Surabayan,

Dylan and Jelita had finished the dinner ritual together, now both of them were sitting side by side on the same balcony couch breathing the night air.

"Dylan," Call Jelita.

"Hmm??" Dylan turned his head to the left ignoring the woman.

"What, I'm your first love?" Apparently Jelita was still curious about him.

Dylan shook his head "No!" His rebut.

"Yes?" Jelita continued, and Dylan nodded.

"Who was your first love?" Ask Jelita again.

"Some, maybe sixteen years ago, I used to love girls my age, we were in high school at the time." Dylan has admitted.

"Then why not together?"

"Not a soul mate!" Sela Dylan was quick like she didn't want to talk about it anymore "I told you you were my soul mate Jelita! Ever since our meeting at the art gallery back then, I could easily forget about him and I wish you the last of my life."

"But Dyl, I'm still E'den's wife, ..."

"I know, but aren't you waiting for the talaq from her? While waiting for that, we can relate secretly like this. Is it hum?" Dylan interrupted the woman's words.

"Now answer me, what, my love is still clapping one hand?" Ask again, after what they went through together these few days Dylan was sure Jelita also had the same feeling.

"Dylan," Lirih Jelita as if she did not want to discuss it anymore, she knew slowly that her heart had shuffled at her.

"Jeware Jelita, all the decisions are with you, I will sincerely accept them." Indict Dylan.

Jelita shook her head "I just don't know you, Dylan, how can I be sure of you?" The answer.

Dylan grabbed the woman's hands and then carried a look of hope to Jelita "Would I say my origin, you dare to guarantee that you will accept my proposal?" Ask.

"Dylan," Reject Jelita.

"Please!"

After being speechless looking at Dylan's handsome face which had already often rattled his soul Jelita nodded "Ok, I guarantee it." The answer.

"Seriously?" Dylan's green eyes sparkled happily.

Jelita nodded "Seriously. But answer me Dylan's question first!"

Dylan sighed mustering up the courage to tell him all about his personal life that people rarely knew.

After acknowledging himself.

"Then your parents?" Ask Jelita then.

Dylan smiled bitterly "I don't know if I still deserve to confess or not. But I've been scribbled off my father's family card list!" The answer.

"Why?"

Jelita was left flabbergasted when Dylan mentioned the name Edbert Jackson.

"Edbert Jackson?" Jelita made sure, a little bit he knew the ranks of famous people whose names usually appear in business magazines because the name of his father-in-law always perched there.

"He's my father." Sela Dylan with a bitter smile and Jelita still just silently caught every word of the man's explanation.

"I'm Dylan Jackson, the only son of Edbert Jackson. The owner of the contractor company is also a paint factory, steel factory and so on, well I'm the heir to the throne." Dylan.

"really? Then why isn't your name on her family list?" Jelita Cherry.

"I told you, I scribbled off the list, before I wanted to go back to the main house, Daddy had no intention of introducing me to the media." Connect Dylan.

"What's the problem? Why did you run away from home? What can I know about this too?" Jelita Cecar.

Dylan nodded "May, but tell me first you accepted my proposal!" Indict her.

"Dylan."

"You promised Jelita!"

After staring at Dylan in silence, Jelita nodded "Yes, I want to." The answer. Let for now Dylan be his secret lover, I don't know what will happen after that Jelita does not want to think about it first. Let him free himself from the influence of toxic love that has been entangling him.

The cup!

As fast as lightning, Dylan's lips had landed perfectly on Jelita's lips, there was no word she could say other than to show her with her body language.

In the corner of the place some servants were unintentionally staring at them. Then immediately shuffled from that sight.

The two of them coiled each other, until the creation of opium gelenyar between them, Jelita had long wanted a soft touch from a man like this, Jelita, it's just that Brandon's double attitude made him forced to refuse his invitation.

Dylan, who used to hallucinate only Jelita's shadow, has now turned to the real world. The suffocating night breeze appreciably supports their romantic activities.

Dylan's lips then seeped into the woman's smooth neck area and Jelita slowly leaned against the support of her cushioned sofa. Dylan's hands began to go around combing every curve of the woman's body, the woman who is still the wife of Brandon Dwi Pangga.

Now the sideburns that scratched the neck were also a burst of dusty breath so tickling Jelita's ears that with a reflex the woman squirms her teeth while squeezing hair on the nape of Dylan.

"Dylan, ..." His groaning then unconsciously his dense mound poked upwards to touch the man's neck.

"Fuckin' shit!" Dylan spontaneously let go of the action after feeling something stifling his pants.

"Ah." His complaints then sat down with his legs stretched out while his hands rubbed next to his forehead. He is trying to immediately lower the passion that seems very difficult to do.

Still in the same position, Jelita frowned as if protesting just did not dare to show it, the woman displayed a confused murat staring at Dylan's body language that he could not read.

Dylan looked down and rubbed his head with his fluctuating chest as if he was holding something there.

"Dylan, what's wrong with you?" Jelita patted the man's shoulder softly.

"Ga papa!" Dylan's left hand gave the woman an ok sign, but her face still showed something opposite.

"You sure?"

Dylan nodded "Now you come in, lock the door, change the password, right now!" Tell him without looking.

"Why?"

"Ga papa, just do it with me Jelita, now!"

"Yes but why?"

"Please!" Dylan looked at the woman expectantly.

Jelita snorted and then moved from her seat to walk slowly towards her room. The door password was changed as Dylan just said.

"What's wrong with her? Does he not like me anymore?" Jelita Mumbled.

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