"Alright."
"You should take a rest early, good night."
"Goodnight."
Hanging up the phone, Vanessa Aria rubbed her brow, her expression tranquil.
Violetta Gartia was an extremely stern and reserved man. He showed her immense respect. Before they were married, he had always been adamant about not laying a finger on her. Even when she threw herself at him, he remained stoic. This had led her to question whether he had any sexual dysfunction, or perhaps he was gay.
However, she later realised that it wasn't that he lacked sexual desire; he was simply restraining himself out of principle and respect for her.
This was the standard of a good man.
Vanessa Aria was never concerned about him messing around outside. There were plenty of attractive young female teachers and students in the university. His desk drawer was always filled with love letters and gifts. If he had had any intention, he wouldn't still be single in his thirties.
