Pretend

Steven glanced at the wedding ring on her pale, jade-like ring finger, raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally said leisurely, "You're not late, take a seat."

The ones by Steven's side had already vacated the spot next to him, but Jennifer's face looked displeased, firmly seated on the other side of him like a mountain.

It was not until she sat down that Steven noticed her attire. Over the years, he had come to understand Kimberly to some extent. She always loved to look her best. Even in the bitter cold of winter, she would wear short skirts and long boots, preferring to shiver than put on an extra pair of leggings. After starting work, she insisted on torturing herself with sky-high heels, even if they caused her blisters.

There was one time he couldn't stand to watch her suffer, and he himself applied a bandage for her.

She was beautiful with a great figure and always stood out wherever she went. But today's outfit was really not her style, a long-sleeved, high-necked dress with