Cynthia's face was deathly pale. She stood shaking. 'I'm dead... I'm dead...' Cynthia muttered in her heart. Alena even giggled as she said, "Prince Thalal came in slowly. He crept behind and told me to be quiet. It provoked me to keep talking to you." Alena laughed out loud.
"Traitor..." Cynthia hissed awkwardly. Her mouth was pursed and her face was bright red. How could her own best friend conspire with her husband to frame her? Aarrgh... so annoying.
"Let's tell the whole story again dear, don't hide it. Also, tell me how you carried me to the bathroom because I couldn't walk" said Prince Thalal instead continuing to tease her with adorable smiles.
Prince Thalal really liked his wife who looked confused with her face flushed with embarrassment. In his eyes, his wife is getting more beautiful and ravishing.
Cynthia swallowed her saliva. 'Damn a thousand times damn it, why do I have to suffer like this?' Cynthia complained in her heart.
