The morning sun shone into the room. I saw Theo looking at me affectionately the moment I opened my eyes. I writhed uncomfortably. “Aren’t you going to sleep a bit more?”
“No. I can’t sleep anymore.”
"Alright. Let's wash up and then head downstairs to eat.” After Theo said that, he took off his pajamas as if there was no one around and put on a neat suit.
Looking at his solid, tough back, I involuntarily gulped. I had to admit that Theo’s figure was excellent.
After I was done showering, I went downstairs to eat with Theo but did not expect to run into Delia when I was walking to the stairs.
When Delia saw Theo and me coming out of the same room, anger and grievance instantly colored her delicately made-up face.
I noticed that Theo had already left in a hurry by the time I came out of the kitchen.
I just sat and ate by myself as if I could not see Delia.
Who would have thought that Delia would come stomping over angrily in her high heels? The sharp sound made my brows furrow. Before I even lifted my head, her voice sounded.
"Did you sleep with President Grant last night?" Delia asked me frantically.
I put down my cutlery and met Delia’s angry eyes. “I'm Theo’s wife. Why can't we sleep together? Is there a need for you to question me?” I pressed. The expression on Delia’s face was incredibly foul.
“You… You…” Delia pointed at my face, unable to get her words out.
“What about me? You need to be clear about the fact that we’re husband and wife. It’s normal for us to share a bed. And you, you used such petty tricks to get Theo to sleep with you and are still living in our home. Have you no shame?”
I did not spare Delia her dignity, and her face turned pale when I was done with my piece.
“Ah! It hurts!” Delia cried out with a pained expression as she held her stomach.
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