Felix's face began to sulk, and he also straightened his shirt, which had been tugged by Cyra earlier. Afterward, he wanted to open the car window, but Cyra blocked him."Don't open it yet, sir," she said."Why not? Are you still interested in doing it again?" Felix said, looking at Cyra with a predatory gaze."It's not like that, sir," Cyra replied.Cyra noticed her husband's disheveled appearance, especially his lips, which were reddened from the lipstick she had worn. She rushed to open her purse, took out a tissue, and began to clean her husband's lips."Frustrating! I thought she wanted more!" Felix muttered to himself."Your lips are all clean, sir," Cyra said, and Felix lowered the car window, his face full of annoyance."Hey ... Peter! What are you doing? You're disturbing us!" Felix scolded his assistant."Sorry, Young Master. Your time is up. It's been more than ten minutes," Assistant Peter replied."Excuses!" Felix grumbled.After saying that, Peter and Puspa got into the
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