It was Samuel. No one was more familiar with this voice than Giselle. When Samuel was deeply in love, his voice would become low and hoarse. He liked to lean over to her ear, bite her earlobe over and over again and whisper her name.
It was just that the name he called out now was a completely unfamiliar name.
"Rachel, good baby."
"Samuel, who do you like more, me or Giselle?"
Samuel's voice stopped and there was silence all around.
Giselle subconsciously held his breath, but he didn't expect that Rachel's panicked low scream would come out first than hearing Samuel's answer.
"We agreed not to mention her. You're not being good again."
Giselle finally regained control of her body at this moment and she almost hung up in a panic. Their voices still seemed to linger in her ears.
When they first got together, Samuel took care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation with ease. But when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, his ears would turn red at the slightest touch and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
She remembered him saying, "Giselle, if you don't like it, I won't force you, I respect your wishes. "