Vichy was somewhat confused.
For her, Gim Hall was strange now.
At first, because of Shirly Lynn, they got to know and loved each other.
Oh, no, it was her one-sided love, but even so, she was happy.
At that time, his indifference was cool, and his tenderness was warm. Even his cynicism was something pleasant.
But now, she felt wrong in any way when looking at him.
"Mr. Hall," Vichy said helplessly, "Do you have to pester me?"
“As your nominal wife, I can cooperate with you in public, even in front of the President to get some benefits for your family. If you want to have a woman outside, I will not mind. Let's work separately. Isn't it good?” said she without any expression.
His eyebrows tightened and his face suddenly drooped down. "No way!"
No way?!
Vichy looked at him puzzled
