Irish smiled even more brightly, "You're wrong there, you're a man, so whatever mistakes the woman beside you makes, people will only blame you. That's the nature of human beings."
A trace of obvious amusement deep in his eyes spread to a smile on his lips. He stared at her, smiling for a long moment, and said, "A woman beside me?"
Of course, it was a joke and a little punishment for him, but she didn't expect he would take it so literally. His rhetorical question was ambiguous, which made him seem vague to Irish. She licked her lips and said indifferently, "I mean the woman who is sitting beside you."
For a man who was married, he couldn't afford to play with such an ambiguous affair and vice versa. She was not an innocent young girl anymore, and she would never have a half relationship with him, let alone a married man.
She wanted a simple man, and in this case, she would always be able to tell what he was thinking every day. She could understand him and feel his love easily.
