“You can head inside to work first,” Lewis turned to Josephine and said.
She nodded and walked past Sierra to enter the coffee shop.
She worked here because she had been rejected from many jobs before. Only this place was willing to take her in.
After Josephine left, Sierra walked up to Lewis and took his arm. “Are you still mad?” she said in a cutesy voice.
“Let’s talk in the car.”
Sierra clung to his arm affectionately, but he didn’t push her away.
Before getting into the car, she took out a disinfectant spray from her bag and sprayed it several times on the passenger seat. She then looked up and smiled. “I just want to sanitize it.”
Josephine was sitting there a while ago, and she found it dirty.
Lewis fixed his eyes on the woman and didn’t say anything, silently approving of her behavior even though he knew that Josephine was standing right behind them.
Through the windows, Josephine witnessed it all.
She saw how he pampered and cared for Sierra.
People who were favored had nothing to fear. As Lewis loved Sierra, no matter how unreasonable or absurd her behaviors were, they were reasonable and justifiable in his eyes.
Even if it meant humiliating his own wife in front of her.
Sierra only got into the car after she finished sanitizing the seat.
She tidied her curly hair and held Lewis’ hands. “Hey, why are you still sulking? I won’t bring up divorce again in the future.”
He usually spoiled her, but whenever she wanted him to divorce that mute woman, he would immediately get angry.
Although he always said that he didn’t love the mute woman and was just fulfilling his promise to his grandfather, Sierra would still be mad.
What she wanted was a one-and-only kind of love, not this kind of undisplayable affection.
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