"I..."
Ethan Thompson wanted to say he hadn't mistaken her for someone else, he knew she was Bella White, but his mouth merely opened and closed, and in the end, he didn't utter a single word because he didn't know how to begin to express himself.
The Bella White before him still had that beautiful, delicate face, radiating a woman's elegance and an intellectual charm, as if she were a talented lady from the 1930s and 1940s.
The deepest sorrow in his heart came over him like a massive net enveloping the sky and earth, causing discomfort, heartache, and sadness, with various emotions swarming in.
For a moment, Ethan Thompson was engulfed by all sorts of feelings, and even breathing felt difficult.
"Mr. Thompson, I apologize, but I am a married woman. I have no intention of betraying my husband, and I certainly don't plan to be anyone's mistress,"
Bella White gently pushed Ethan Thompson's hand off her shoulder, speaking to him with all seriousness.
Betrayal? Mistress?
