"Jerome, you are sitting on my scarf," she said calmly. "I'm a bit sleepy right now and I want to go to rest. However, I might have a bit cold so I'll sleep in the quest room tonight."
"Could you pass the silk scarf over?" she asked.
Laura was torn for a while before deciding to go along with Jock's request.
My face went pale as I looked at Laura, who was still talking. At this moment, her face was flushed and her eyes clouded with passion. Her hand wrapped tightly around Jock as if she was unwilling to let go and get down.
I struggled so hard to restrain my emotion that I clenched my hand hard. Since I had been keeping my eyes on them, I did not notice what I had been sitting on.
So, the moment I stood up and looked down, disgust surged through me.
The thing that she call "scarf" was in fact Jock's pants. Laura actually wanted me to hand them to her.
I considered confronting and berating them but after I calmed down and thought this through I felt it was not worth it. Besides, all it could accomplish only a messy divorce and endless arguments.