Other people say that poor couples have a hundred things to lose, but this world, ah, as long as the couple, can live out this life with each other, only in the heart to think about the impulse to kill each other hundreds of times, especially when those hurtful words are said.
He was restraining his anger from arguing with me and said in a calmer tone for a few minutes, "Are you angry because I didn't come back to have dinner with you?"
I smiled indifferently, "Not so much, a meal only, I just own idle boredom, do it yourself for fun, also by the way practice a little craft, Hank these days sick, always have to make up for the body."
That's true, but only in one respect.
His face sank sharply, his handsome face with hostility, dark as night eyes looked at me with a sneer that could not be disguised, "Heh, or I made a fool of myself, I forgot that you are still lying in the hospital with a tether, how can you give up tonight to come back? Not to guard him?"
I'm not sure how this sounds, but I pursed my lips, "Well, I forgot if you didn't say it, I should go to the hospital." I'd rather stay at the villa and argue with him than go to the hospital to see Hank, and I couldn't sleep after all this night.
He squeezed his wrist, and he spoke with suppressed anger, "Clara, have you forgotten that you are already a wife and a mother? Do you even have the most basic responsibility as a husband and wife to find another man in the middle of the night?"
I tried to shake him off, but it was no use.
The actual fact is that you can be a lot more than just a couple of people. Mr. George is used to raising mistresses and concubines, so he thinks he is really the emperor and has the right to ask others to be virtuous?"
He frowned, apparently because I was a little unhappy with my comment about being used to raising concubines.
"Clara, what has Olivia done to offend you? That you can't tolerate her so much?"
"Pfft!" I was really laughing, looking at him without sarcasm, "Does Mr. George mean by that that he intends for me to live in peace with her?"
I can't help but nod my head and say, "Right, Mr. George is a man, naturally he wants his wife and concubine to be in harmony, so you can save your mind, okay, let's do it tomorrow, tomorrow I'll go and bring Miss Pearson over, you spoil her so much, I'll be generous and give her the master bedroom, so it's also convenient for you to make love."
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