Married Old Virgin Boss
69. Dea Offers

Some views demanded an answer to be received by Ben after Dion's confession regarding Dea's departure tonight. However, Ben instead ignored all of that, because his eyes were busy focused on the wife who was still closed with agitated movements.

Ben removed Dion from the bedside, so that he could occupy the position of the brother-in-law earlier. He gently grasped Dea's hand while giving some strokes there to calm the wife.

“Ben,” call Kahar who managed to take over Ben's attention towards him. At first glance, there was a dislike look on his face, which the grown man had difficulty hiding. “Tomorrow we talk. Now, take care of your wife first.”

Ben immediately nodded at the request. Ah, even though the news does not ask, Ben already has his own initiative to take care of the wife.

“After you clean her body,” said Diana added, “Say me. I will call the doctor here, so check the condition of the pregnancy Dea. Hopefully no bad ham will happen. Moreover, Dea's pregnancy is still young.”

Ben responded to the request of the in-laws with an enthusiastic nod. In his most serious heart, Ben prayed the same thing. That their baby will be fine. On the other hand, Ben was so hard cursing himself in the heart because—ia was sure— had been the cause of his wife so like this.

“Come, Ma, Dion, out.” Kahar gave directions while leading his adopted son and his wife out of the room.

At first, Dion seemed reluctant to leave the room with eyes looking cynically at Ben who was completely indifferent to him. Until he had to be pushed slowly by Kahar, and given a faint bluff to leave the room immediately. The man then moved from where he stood.

The door closes, leaving a quiet space between Ben and Dea. For a few minutes, Ben did not get out of position because he was busy wiping the wet forehead of Dea in this air-conditioned room. Repeatedly, the apology is uttered in the most eloquent voice to show how deeply Ben regretted the present for what befell his wife.

After that, Ben stood up to get water from the bathroom using a container, as well as a towel. He took it, and placed the objects on the nightstand, before focusing on removing the sticky Dea clothes.

The movement triggered a smile reaction by Dea. Ben paused for a moment, and the expression just now instantly disappeared. He continued his activities calmly, until ....

“Huek ...”

Ben was shocked by the warm spray on his body. He almost dropped Dea who was half-sitting to remove the shirt from his body. Ben only glanced for a moment, then continued his activities. Not to forget, Dea's clothes were used to wipe the rest of the vomit on the wife's body, then put into the bathroom. Ben also took off his dirty clothes, then wiped himself quickly to take care of his wife again.

As a form of anticipation, Ben provides another container if his wife still vomits. Experienced a few nights ago, Dea often nausea in the middle of her sleep due to the influence of pregnancy, especially now there is additional liquor.

Ben's guess is right. Dea is difficult to clean because it almost never stops vomiting. In a semi-conscious and limp state, Ben noticed the extent of his wife's current face.

Dea eye bags are clearly visible due to makeup that begins to fade. Her face was pale, completely unable to be covered by her natural makeup. As well as the fact that their wedding rings are starting to loose on Dea's ring finger, Ben is getting anxious.

His wife's condition had completely deteriorated the past few days, and foolishly, Ben didn't realize it much earlier.

The effects of pregnancy alone can make everyday and physical Dea messy, especially with the fact that Ben said yesterday— believed Ben—kut and hurt the mental wife.

Ben took a long breath of regret.

The man let Dea lean on him, while stroking his wife's body very gently. Ben had heard a random and vague murmur from the wife, who felt very angry. Especially with a frown on his forehead, it makes it even more clear that Dea is very uncomfortable right now.

At first, Ben did not respond at all to any of the chatter spoken by Dea. He remained focused on his main activities, ignoring Dea's random touches in his collarbone, neck, and lips.

“Yes ... Ben ... yes?” Dea shook Ben's weak shoulder to get the man's attention. “I ... don't divorce .. same you ... yes? You wear ... can wear me .. forever ...”

Ben remained silent.

“I ... can pay ... you any .... Is there .... still prostitution*r which instead ... pay the man ... her husband?” Dea increasingly randomly spoke, and when she did not get a response at all, she held both of Ben's faces to focus on her alone. “Ben ...” He whines spoiled.

However, her husband kept trying to focus on the main task.

So Dea had to resort to weak coercion. Pulling her husband's face to give a kiss wrong place—in between the nose and lips Ben.

“Come, Ben .... Prostitute*r ... This is ready.” Dea dropped herself backwards until she lay weakly on the bed.

Ben who had not had time to guess the actions of the Dea, could not hold the wife. He chose silence, watching the woman with half-opened eyes act as he pleased: turning the body to the stomach, then supporting it with hands and feet.

“Ayo ... Dog*y .. style,” invite Dea.

Unfortunately, Dea's strength faltered so much that he dropped himself on the padded mattress. There is no more effort to support the body, because his eyes are closed tightly.

“Dog*y style?” Ben repeated the theme of Dea's invitation in a dismissive tone. He crawled up to the bed. “It's more like a lizard sprawled style.”

The man stood on his knees, began to remove the hooks of the Dea skirt, and took down his zippers before pulling the thick cloth apart from the two feet of Dea.

After escaping, Ben takes his hand to the edge of the final Dea body-covering triangle. Almost pulled down, but then he remembered his main task.

Ben snorted amusedly while cancelling out the intention. He continued the task with a raging mind.

The effects of Dea hangover are contagious. It was almost lost its mind.

Ben finished the job well. Before reporting it to Diana, Ben placed himself lying next to Dea, gently rubbing the woman's hair that covered part of her face.

“Sorry to hurt you, De,” whispered Ben in a soft voice. “I shouldn't have thought that, when you're getting comfortable with me. Sorry ... make you this mess.”

Ben kissed Dea gently. “There is no other option, but I will try to release our relationship slowly.”

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