Chapter 22

"Why did your husband leave you here alone? Doesn't he know that it's too dangerous for you to be alone?"

Laila bowed and smiled bitterly at Tristan's question. The man was right. Tristan thought about her safety first while her husband didn't even make sure if she was okay.

"I-I don't know. T-The truth is... S-Since I got out of the hospital after the surgery, h-his attitude toward me has changed. I-It's like he doesn't even want to talk to me or touch me. I-I miss the old Vincent who always made me feel how much he loved me and how important I was."

She poured wine into the glass and then she sipped it straight. Laila winced as the bitter taste of it brushed at her throat but it was nothing compared to the bitterness she was feeling.

"Wait, Laila! Drink slowly! Too much is bad!"

The glass was already half full when Tristan grabbed it from her. The man gulped down the remaining wine in the glass.

"T-Tell me! A-Am I ugly?! A-Am I not attractive in your eyes?!" Laila asked the man with