I was very conflicted inside and finally could no longer hold back the urge to ask. If I kept repressing my emotions like this, I would soon drive myself crazy. Seeing that I had not started the car, Sarah's slender hand landed on my hand resting on the steering wheel as she asked me softly, "Babe, what's the matter? Did you drink too much? Should I drive instead?"
I shook my head, took a deep breath and turned to look at my wife, whose face was slightly red, and asked her straight, "Sarah, were you teasing Mr. Gordon under the table earlier?"
Her body trembled at my direct question and the expression on her face became warped. She pretended that she did not understand what I was saying and asked, "What do you mean?"
I looked at Sarah, who obviously knew what I was talking about but sti
