Sharon finished tidying up the room and turned off the lights. For some reason, she didn't want to sleep at all today—or rather, she couldn't sleep at all. At the thought of Wallace and Crystal being in a room together and that they might even be having s*x, Sharon couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.
She walked to the small window in the study and took a few deep breaths. It doesn't matter—I really don't care! I don't care which woman Wallace is having s*x with; it has nothing to do with her. After all, we are husband and wife in name only. If not for my sudden appearance, he would've already married Crystal.
The wind blew, but Sharon still felt uneasy. Since she couldn't sleep, she decided to go downstairs and get a glass of water.
"Yeah… Yeah… gently."
When Sharon passed by Wallace's room, her body froze and almost went limp. Why are they so loud when they do such things? Do they want everyone to know?
