She trembled, pointing at Anne who was still dripping wet and shouted, “Yale, do you even have a conscience? Who’s the one really cheating? You came all this way just to let me watch you cheat on me with my own eyes?”
Cheating on her?
I suppressed my anger and stared coldly at the woman in front of me, who had become utterly unrecognizable. “Yumi, besides these filthy thoughts in your head, is there anything else left? You’re as disgusting as the smell of smoke on your body.”
Yumi’s eyes darkened at my words. “Disgusting? What about her? What do you mean by being alone in a room with this bitch?”
“What, just because you can have a like-minded dining buddy, I can’t have a bed buddy who matches me in body and mind?”
I deliberately pulled Anne into my arms and kissed her boldly. Then, in fluent French, I said, “Anne, I specially prepared a butler outfit for you today. Have you decided how you’ll tear it off?”
Anne had long envied Yumi for being the one I loved exclusively. Now that she had the chance, she didn’t hesitate—she pressed down on the back of my head and deepened the kiss.