Sarah’s face stiffened, her guilty conscience showing. She gently pulled my hand, softly wiping away the blood with a tissue.
“Michael, please be more careful next time. Don’t make me worry.”
She pressed a kiss on the back of my hand, as though she truly loved me.
“Are you feeling bored? Well, there’s nothing we can do—this cocktail party is full of international guests, so they can only speak French. Let’s just wait a little longer, then we’ll head home, alright?”
I nodded absentmindedly, my whole body weighed down in misery.
So that was it—they mocked me so boldly only because they thought I didn’t understand French.
“Relax, Sarah! I checked into Michael Adams. He only graduated from some ordinary college, his English isn’t even good, never studied abroad, and he grew up poor. Apart from being tall and handsome, he has no redeeming qualities.”
“I don’t get why you’re so obsessed with him. If it were me, I’d have dumped him ages ago.”
“Why not just train with Daniel in the art of secrets, ha!”
“I think this isn’t fair—Michael treats us well.”
“Fair? That’s not what Sarah wants. She wants something else in bed, ha!”