Ten years of effort were all gone in one night. The destructive power of first love was truly remarkable.
Oliver hugged Anne and kissed her for a long time before he remembered that I hadn't appeared yet.
His face darkened. “Why hasn’t Isabel come yet? Tell her to drop the tough act … I’ve plucked more than one thorn over the years.”
I was floating in the air while thinking, Oliver truly has no lingering feelings for me. I’m his wife, yet in his heart, I’m more loathsome than an enemy.
The assistant nearly fell to his knees while trembling and said in a low voice, “Sir… maybe you should… go see for yourself?”
Oliver's fist could be seen tightened. He pushed Anne away with a forced calmness and coaxed her, “I'll go fetch Isabel to apologize to you!”
After pleasuring himself, he ignored her pleas to stay and strode toward the basement.
Before he reached the door, he was hit by a strong stench, causing him to pause slightly. He frowned in annoyance and asked, “What did that woman do? Why does it smell so bad?”
The assistant's eyes were slightly red and it was unclear whether he was scared or panicked. He only whispered, “Sir ... why don't you see for yourself?”