Christopher stared at her angry face and knitted his eyebrows. "Darling you must have misunderstood my intentions. You were the one who brought her here."
"Yes, I did but you didn't refuse it." Janice snorted.
Christopher couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Indeed, a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
"All right, all right. It's all my fault. Calm down and eat."
Christopher said as he placed some escargots on her plate, which was previously untouched.
Janice's mood turned better yet she turned around and warned Christopher.
"As the saying goes, there's no smoke without fire. You better don't be like that man who cheated."
Christopher couldn't help chuckling. If he liked Denise, he wouldn't have married Janice.
"Don't let your imagination run wild. Eat up."
Denise walked out of the restaurant. She was about to explode with anger. "How dare Janice insinuate that I'm a mistress?"
However, she couldn't retaliate.
Who was the mistress?
How could she be a mistress?
