Ayla grimaced.
That bastard.
It was one thing to cheat, but to do it and tell the woman about their private life?
Feeling for her eyebrows, she ran her fingers through them thoughtfully.
But really… was she that bad?
Not that she had anyone to teach her anything at the orphanage. She hadn't even learned how to kiss a boy properly, having grown up in an all-girls religious orphanage.
"Now, now, there's no reason to feel bad. I'm sure you're better than he says. Though, if you're anything like he described, then it'd take a bit more than one day to teach you properly about the things I have in store for you," thinking Ayla had fallen into thought hearing what her husband said about her, she woman laughed softly.
But when Ayla still didn't respond, she reached out to place her palm on hers, but Ayla quickly withdrew, stood up, and reached into her bag.
Taking out some money, she pushed it toward the bartender and turned to flash the woman a wry smile.
