udio Belles had left without his cell phone, and when Montrelle Herran was changing his shoes in the lobby, he found his cell phone abandoned in the shoe cab.


    Montrelle Herran looked for him and finally found udio Belles sitting on a deck chair in the neighborhood recreational facilities.


    Montrelle Herran exhaled softly, her nerves rxed.


    Taking long strides, she approached him and said with a suppressed temper, “Why don’t you take your phone with you when you go out?”


    udio Belles looks at the toe of his shoe and says in a subdued tone, “I forgot.”


    “Haven’t you gone grocery shopping? Where are the groceries?”


    “I didn’t want to buy.”


    “What are you doing sitting here if you don’t want to shop and don’t go home?”


    Montrelle Herran’s voice was a bit cold and hard, he had always been kind to her, and udio Belles couldn’t help but feel a bit aggrieved.


    udio Belles pursed his lips and said, “With pleasure.”


    Montrelle Herran: …


    This woman even ys with her temperament.


    Montrelle Herran took a deep breath and sat down next to him. udio Belles sat at the other end of the lounger, not wanting to get too close to him.


    “Montrelle Herran!”


    The man got a little better, “Are you finally going to listen to me?”


    udio Belles: “… You don’te so close to me, hot”.


    “Howe you’re not so hot when you’re so close in bed?”


    “You…” udius Belles blushed slightly and looked at him with a puffy face.


    Montrelle Herran drew her into his arms and hugged her without asking, his voice low and persuasive, “Are you still angry with me? Wasn’t it eight thousand after, when you lowered the price to two thousand?”


    “… Am I angry about that eight thousand or the two thousand?”


    Montrelle Herran looked into her round, watery eyes and asked patiently, “So tell me, why are you angry?”


    “I … I’m just angry with you, why didn’t you talk about this with me before, Montrelle Herran, sometimes I feel like I don’t understand you at all, do you understand this feeling or not, even though I’ve been married to you for three years, and I have a son, and we sleep in the same bed every day, but I always feel like I can’t see through you.”


    It was so perfect in all its forms, so perfect that udius Belles felt they were not of the same world at all.


    Montrelle Herran’s heart ached as she looked at the redness in his eyes, and she raised her hand to scratch his soft cheek, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, don’t cry, okay?”


    Mrs. Montrelle’s tears were like golden beans, as they came down, so heavy, so heavy that Montrelle Herran was a little frightened.


    udius Belles ttened his red lips, “Then you shouldn’t rent such an expensive car in the future, I don’t like it.”


    “Okay, no more rentals.”


    “And no, you are not allowed to spend money.”


    udio Belles muttered under his breath, after renting a car today and spending two thousand dors, udio Belles was really hurting.


    Montrelle Herran smiled softly and said, “Okay, I will do as Mrs. Montrelle says.


    “That’s more like it.”


    The little woman’s lips curved into a slight smile.


    Montrelle Herran was tickled by his soft voice, and tugged at her, his dark eyes burning as they fixed on her small face and lips, “Mrs. Montrelle, may I kiss you now?”


    “… Montrelle Herran, this is out”.


    “But I want to kiss.”


    Well-


    Before she could agree, the man was already kissing.


    Montrelle Herran was the gentleman who, in matters of marital intimacy, would politely ask her if she was well.


    But, this man, at the same time, was dominant; wouldn’t he do it if she said no?


    Obviously, the answer is no.


    By asking, he was only symbolically expressing his appreciation and respect for her.


    udio Belles squeezed the cor of his shirt with his small hands, wrinkling it.


    Montrelle Herran let out augh and scoffed, “Mrs. Montrelle, this shirt is expensive. It’s not easy to take care of when it gets wrinkled.”


    “…”


    udius Belles looked at the cor of the shirt, which she had already wrinkled, red-faced, and her slender hands hurried to help him straighten it, murmuring, “Did you also rent this suit? How much does it cost for a day?”


    “It’s not expensive.”


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    Montrelle Herran quoted a casual figure: “Two hundred dors”.


    udius Belles wrinkled his nose and growled lightly, “Loser.”


    “I’ll leave you the cash and my bank card, all thatter, I have no money to spend if I want to be defeated.”


    udio Belles thought it was a good idea, “But haven’t you already given me your payment card? Keep the rest of the little money for yourself, so you won’t think I’m a housewife and have a problem with me in your mind after a while.”


    udio Belles understands that a man has to have a little money on him when he goes out into the world. After all, men have high self-esteem and don’t want to admit they are wives, especially men like Montrelle Herran who want to save face.


    Montrelle Herran’srge hand, encircling udio Belles’ waist, ducked her head and rubbed the tip of her nose against his face, asking in a muffled voice, “Are you still angry?”


    udio Belles looked at him and said, “Montrelle Herran, you must not lie to me or hide anything from me in the future.”


    “Yes, I’ll tell you anything in the future.”


    Hearing him say that, udio Belles curved his lips, just …


    He frowned slightly, and said again with unmistakable seriousness, “Montrelle Herran, has anyone ever said that you look very much like the rich?”


    “Hm?”


    “You see, you are extraordinarily detail-oriented, your shirts never get wrinkled, so I iron them every day, you have a serious cleanliness problem, you really dislike eating out and don’t like greasy food, and you have very good habits …”


    Montrelle Herran looked at her: “With those habits, like a rich man?”.


    udio Belles shook his head, “It’s more than that, you’re so different from ordinary people, I can’t tell for a moment, but I always had a feeling that one day you would leave Angelo and me.”


    The man looked at her somewhat downcast little face, a darkness crossed his eyes and he said softly, “I’ve been married to you for three years, where else could I run away to? Even if I had to leave, I would take you and Angelo with me.”


    “Montrelle Herran, you’re not really the son of andowning family, are you?”


    Montrelle Herran quipped, “The foolish son of andowner’s family?”


    “Never mind, no more jokes with you. Go home.”


    udio Belles got up and Montrelle Herran followed her. When she reached the door of the building, Montrelle Herran suddenly drew her into his arms, stroked the back of her neck with hisrge hand and said, “Whatever happens, you will always be Mrs. That will not change.”


    The woman’s small hands, gripping the fabric of his shirt at the waist, leaned into his arms, turned her watery eyes and sighed, “Montrelle Herran, sometimes I really feel sometimes that you are not from the same world as me, that one day you will leave Angelo and me, won’t you?”


    udio Belles knew it was foolish to ask that question, but he wanted to ask it, even if Montrelle Herran lied to him, he was relieved.


    Montrelle Herran looked down and kissed his forehead, “No.”


    Not far away, under arge tree, a camera clicked and captured the image of their embrace, stealing. The camera caught them.


    The other party, wrapped in ck, made a call, “Hello, Master, we have the address of Young Owner and the woman.”