'Better than me in every way?'
John was furious as a chilling aura exuded from his body. His deep eyes stared sinisterly at the woman in bed.
He wanted to have a peaceful conversation with her, but she refused.
He leaned over and bit her neck. "Okay, Olivia. You made me do this!"
As he reached out his hand to do more, the woman beneath him asked out of the blue.
"John, aren't you disgusted when you're so convinced that many men have touched me?"
John confused her.
He called her cheap, unwilling to believe that she did not cheat on him. At the same time, he touched her without feeling disgusted. Why?
John's hand froze instantly. He grabbed her jaw and sneered. "You're right. I'm disgusted with you!"
Olivia's heart pricked with pain. She swallowed her grief, licked her dry lips, and forced a smile.
She seemed to be smiling bitterly and also laughing at herself. "Are you going to continue?"
John saw her smile and suddenly felt bitter. He found it irritating no matter what.
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