When a Neglected Wife Moves

Hold it!

"He's mine!"

"Well, why don't you just marry the beautiful widow? Or Daddy married her first!"

The fist on Edbert's collar grew increasingly blistering, wanting to teach this man of a thousand women lovers.

However, a shadow of his childhood while playing with this middle-aged man crossed his mind.

Dylan hempas small tall large body Casanova then came out of the room with a hard jaw stretcher.

Edbert smiled obliquely staring at the passing of the dashing back of his son. In the end he was able to make the heir set foot in his big house again.

"Dylan, my son, get married, but remember, once you get inside this house, don't expect to get out again." Mumbled.

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Arriving beyond Dylan's sight, Dylan made his decision to walk to the right, where the high doors lined up in harmony.

The vast grand building was still the same as a dozen years ago only now Dylan did not know who the occupants of the doors were.

There must be Jelita behind one of the doors, still a prisoner of the Casanova.

BRACKET!

Dylan opened the whole room on the floor one by one, looking for the beautiful figure of his heart.

Although he never appeared in front of Jelita, Dylan was still actively watching her.

No one can hurt, touch, or have Jelita other than himself.

Along the way through the magnificent hallway were servants and bodyguards lined up swiftly but did not dare to hold his head even for a moment.

Dylan did inherit his father's arrogant nature, lucky he didn't go down his Casanova title.

Evidently, for years Dylan has only been able to love Jelita.

Arriving in a room that looks empty but splashing water is heard from inside the bathroom and a little makes Dylan curious to avoid the luxurious small space as well. The scale he accelerated then swung his legs forward.

BRACKET!

Kening pucker when he saw a beautiful figure only wrapped in a small towel on his body, is Bella pearls woman who is very familiar and has not met a dozen years old now stands staring in shock at him.

"Dylan!" The woman who was as beautiful as herself displayed a happy twinkle when she saw this handsome man.

Without answering Bella's greeting, Dylan stepped away from the place but, apparently, the woman did not let herself pass by.

"Dylan!" The beautiful figure blocked Dylan's path then smiled right in front of him right now.

There's a longing on Bella's face, she's not even shy about showing off her beautiful cleavage to this bule man "You're home? Since when? ..... I miss you, Dylan!" He said then put his palm on the chest of the man's field.

Dylan raised one eyebrow while glancing at that smooth hand "Keep your hand away from me!" Ketus.

This is why this handsome man does not want to return to the main house owned by Edbert Jackson.

How not? Fourteen years ago Dylan found the woman struggling in a blanket with her father while Bella was still his lover at the time.

No doubt, Bella is indeed the first love that Dylan talked to Jelita first, Bella was the first girl who was able to touch her empty heart fifteen years ago but the fate of the father actually made Bella his stepmother.

"M-I'm sorry, I, just, ...." Not to mention the words of the woman Dylan had already continued his steps back.

"Ah, Dylan." There was no wind, no sudden rain, and the woman sat down, right at Dylan's feet.

"My feet sprained Dylan, hit him." His complaints are clear while slightly brushing the towel on his thighs up.

"Are you not ashamed? You're my Daddy's wife, and then you act like this to your husband's son!" Bengis Dylan with lips sneered full of scorn.

"Surge!" Dylan slightly scratched his legs as if disgusted then stepped out of the room leaving Bella in a state of flinch. For this man nothing is more important than Jelita Maharani alone.

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There was only one more room that Dylan had not left, without a second thought the man immediately walked towards the door.

Unfortunately, it is locked. In the blink of an eye the door was slammed open.

BRACKET!

"Dylan!"

The worry accompanied by fear made the two approach each other and hug each other.

"Thank God you came Dylan!" Jelita.

In an instant the man's white t-shirt was soaked in the tears of his woman not the cry of fear but the cry of longing.

"Why so long? Why are you meeting me now! Don't you miss me?" In a warm embrace Dylan Jelita beat the chest of the man's field.

"Zinc!" Bump Dylan while letting go of a smile of ridicule "You're the one who told me to leave, you're the one who broke off our relationship, you're the one who chose to live alone without pressure from a partner!" Continues insinuating.

"Stupid! I thought you were trying to fight for me, actually leaving me, your love speech was just nonsense like E'den!" Jelita curled her lips down while sobbing in her lover's arms.

"Don't equate me with that cheating man! I just love you Jelita!" Dylan pressed his hand on the sexy little body.

"I proposed to you! Now we're getting married, before Daddy takes you from me!" Dylan.

"Huh?" Jelita tried to stretch the man's embrace and looked up at him plainly staring at "Your Daddy, snatch me? Meanin?" Ask.

"He used to marry pretty girls, I'm afraid he married you too!" Ketus Dylan.

Without even moving her head, Jelita's pupils circulate like she's thinking about something "Emm, Om Edbert is good anyway, so, she likes me too, Dylan?" He looked at his lover curiously.

Dylan frowned "Why is it?"

"May I be his wife too! Om Edbert is rich, handsome, hot Daddy is really his guy, you're handsome this is also his side!"

"Dammit!" Dylan sharpened his gaze.

"Hehe, ..." The woman showed a row of slightly shuffled teeth.

"I miss you!"

Dylan pinched Jelita's cleavage and landed a wet pagutan on the woman's soft lip. The creeping miss started demanding something.

Jelita was silent even though her heartbeat was a little irregular because the naughty hands began to colonize every rumor of hers.

Unable to fight, again does it have to be in opposition? In fact, Jelita already really wanted it, so far Jelita can only fantasize through the films she watched to meet the needs of her desires independently.

Without removing the unification of their lips, Jelita's legs slowly walked backwards by the encouragement of this male athletic body, until arriving at the side of the bed Dylan turned his back to the soft place.

Again without taking off his wet pagutan, Dylan sat down and pulled the beautiful widow to encapsulate her body in her lap, although it was not strong enough to withstand the tightness in her black jeans, Dylan did not care so that this khilaf he bore his sins, waiting for marriage was still a long time.

Having to go through the proposing ritual, prewedding, also prepares everything for months. Ah, it feels like it's too long, if Jelita wants to tonight she will also penetrate the defense wall of this sexy young widow.

Next to Jelita's knees had landed on the man's thigh while bristling feeling Dylan's big hand slowly creeping on the dense mound at the back of his body.

Jelita's breathing began to rumble, there was a sudden throbbing in the depths of her body's core demanding something more "Hold Jeje, hold on a little, she hasn't married you yet!" In her mind Jelita cursed herself why she had to follow the romance that Dylan created.

Brugh!

The small body had already switched position to be under the body of this handsome man with lips that still continued to curl up against each other.

Even now Jelita's tiny hands had dared to squeeze the chest of Dylan's field.

"Ekm ekm." The voice managed to restore Jelita's sanity instantly.

Jelita and Dylan pranced while turning simultaneously towards the sound.

At her sight the peaceful-faced middle-aged female figure stood staring at the activities of the two romances while folding her hands to the chest.

"Mommy, ..." Dylan closed his eyes.

"T-ante." Jelita's cheeks are getting red, how embarrassed he was caught by his prospective in-laws.

"So my son didn't come for this old woman?" Ranti said.

While behind the walls of the room, Bella pressed her fist. Apparently Jelita the reason Dylan wanted to step on his father's mansion back.

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