Work? Wife... What kind of work? What kind of work can a wife be?
Is Stanhope trying to compare herself to a call girl?
Heh heh... Grace sneered in her heart, men are indeed all the same!
Stanhope or Aiden, it's all the same!
Grace clenched her teeth: "A long-term prostitute? Available whenever you want?"
Stanhope furrowed his brow, it seemed that Grace had indeed been greatly stimulated by Aiden.
"What you want, I can give you right now!" Grace spoke with reddened eyes, but still maintaining a cold and composed facade, "But you must promise me, after one time... we owe each other nothing!"
As she spoke, Grace stood up and began to take off her coat.
Stanhope only felt a gust of wind sweep by his ear as Grace furiously threw her coat down next to him, even causing the cigarette ash he was holding to fall onto the sofa.
However, Stanhope didn't say a word to stop her, allowing the cigarette in his hand to burn... and Grace to strip recklessly.
