"It's not what you think."
Scarlett explained calmly, though inwardly she was annoyed at how much worse her memory was getting.
She forgot that ever since her last fever, her feet hadn't been right. Now Andrew was wearing the new men's slippers she bought, not her old pink pair.
"Then what's the deal with these slippers?"
Suzanne pointed at the men's slippers on the floor and squinted at Scarlett.
Hearing Suzanne's words, Scarlett replied expressionlessly, "These belong to a friend's Boyfriend. He occasionally comes here as a guest, so I left a pair of slippers for him."
"Do I look like an idiot to you?"
"A little."
Never mind that Suzanne didn't believe it; Scarlett almost burst out laughing herself after saying it.
Who would believe that? Not even a dog would believe that lie!
"Hurry up and tell me, are you secretly dating someone behind my back?"
