"Are you sure it was because of Rosalind? None of your girlfriends had children!" Terrence liked Rosalind, for she had a good education and was good to Vincent.
In fact, he had always wanted to tell him to have a body check. He wouldn't have made any comments if Rosalind had been the only one that wasn't pregnant, but none of Vincent's girlfriends had been pregnant, which made him doubt if that was his brother's problem.
"Even though that woman can't have babies, you still like her and even put the blame on your brother, don't you?" Vincent respected Terrence very much, but he still felt hurt by what Terrence said.
No man could stand a doubt like this.
"Keep your voice down!" Terrence scolded him. He was afraid that she might divorce him if she heard about it, and then things would become more complicated.
Rosalind, however, was standing outside the room. She came to call them for dinner, but she hadn't expected to hear their conversation. She was about to cry, for it turned out that her indulgence would not change him.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Both of them looked at the door at the same time. Vincent went to open it and saw her. He was stunned for a few seconds and then asked, "Why are you here?"
"Dinner is ready." Rosalind said coldly, then turned around and went downstairs.
"Did she hear that?" Terrence walked over.
"I don't think so. Let's go." Vincent didn't want to hear Terrence talking about Rebecca anymore.
After dinner, Vincent and Rosalind went back together. As they arrived, Vincent didn't get off but looked at Rosalind. "You go back first. I have something else to do," he said.
Rosalind remained motionless for a while. She didn't say anything and eventually got out of the car.
Vincent drove away as soon as she got off. Rosalind stood there, looking at the car leaving, and lowered her eyes helplessly.
Obviously, he went for Rebecca.
"Thank you so much today."Vincent hugged Rebecca as soon as he entered the room. Rebecca didn't show him her disgust, but gently pushed him away and asked casually, "Shouldn't you be with your wife now?"
When she saw Rosalind today, she felt that Rosalind was a good wife, but he didn't realize that.
"Are you jealous?" Vincent hugged her from behind, trying to flirt with her.
"I'm not, but your wife always stood with you today. You should treat her well." She stood still.
In Vincent's mind, Rebecca became more attractive.
"I would have divorced her long ago if I could. She couldn't even give birth to a child. Rebecca, I can't come to see you for the time being." Vincent fondled her, but she grabbed his hand and whispered, "Well, it's okay."
"I'm staying here today..."
Rebecca shook off his arms and didn't look at him. She lowered her head slightly, "I'm on my period."
Vincent expected their sex, for he couldn't come to see her before the election, but she said she was on her period, which made him a little angry.
Rebecca pretended not to see it.
Vincent left gloomily for his hope had been destroyed.
Not long after Vincent left, Rebecca also went out of the community. A car stopped in front of her. She looked around to ensure that no one was there and then opened the door.
Jacob started the car as soon as she came in.
Rebecca kept quiet all the time, and from time to time she turned and looked at him.
Jacob looked straight ahead and stopped the car at a remote place.
"Did he suspect you?" He rolled down the window and looked out.
She shook her head and said, "No, he trusts me very much after I testified for him today."
He was satisfied, "I'll send you abroad as soon as it's over."
She compressed her lips and was about to say something, but she then gave up.
Both of them had known each other for a long time, but she was nobody but a prostitute as they met the first time.
She loved Jacob, but she also knew that he didn't love her but pretended to do so.
Her love was ridiculous and shameful. The love of a whore had no sense of beauty.
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