Two men are sitting face to face.
"Besides, Nora is much easier to deal with than me. You know at least Nora accepted you to marry you, but she…"
Joshua Hughes's lips twisted bitterly. Even though Avery Jane doesn't resist, it's just her body responding naturally.
That's why he was so eager to use a child to keep her.
An elderly woman with wrinkles on her face handed a bottle of wine without expression.
The goblet glistened crystal-clear under the light.
Alexander King spoke with a hint of suspicion: "I always find this thing strange. How could I get found out? You know, when we got married, we slept in separate rooms. She hardly went out, and had just returned to the country not long ago. How did she learn about it so quickly? Even though she's smart, this is so unlikely."
His slender fingers gradually closed, almost squeezing the crystal wine glass to the point of cracking.
