When Veronica tried to wake up her husband by slapping his face, she heard from the sideline, "Slap him more. Harsher and harder…"
"…" She was speechless by Ovior's childish act. "Did you two argue about something?"
'What couldn't possibly Arthur talk about to offend Ovior. They are adults and friends. How come they can't just get along. I'm sure Arthur said something stupid to make him angry,' she pondered.
Ovior bluntly expressed his annoyance. "This bastard got all his love complaints to share with me. I'm sick of this."
Veronica held back her laughter. "Isn't this because he trusts you?"
Ovior deeply frowned. "I don't want to be tortured."
"What did he talk about?" Veronica became interested.
Ovior seemed frustrated when he heard her question. "He was losing his mind not being able to sleep with you."
"Huh?" Veronica cocked her head. "But we sleep together."
Ovior let out a deep sigh. "That's not what I mean."
