The two people on the bed froze simultaneously.
Rowanda Peterson was panting; he turned his head, shocked, and quickly got off Grassy.
He fumbled to put on his clothes.
Grassy's face was flushed, and it took her a good while to recover. She turned sideways and slowly started getting dressed.
——
"Why are you here?"
Rowanda Peterson finished dressing, didn't even put on slippers, and walked barefoot to Zuri Ginger.
He truly loved Zuri Ginger once; they had some rather pleasant, albeit brief, times together. He even thought of marrying her, but unfortunately, too many unexpected events wore down the initially unstable affection she brought him.
At the moment——
Faced with Zuri Ginger, he felt more anger than shame or regret.
"Why am I here?" Zuri Ginger sneered, suddenly shouting, "Why can't I be here? I'm carrying your child, and this is how you treat me? Do you have any conscience left!"
Looking at Rowanda Peterson, she was almost driven mad.
