"Have you finished watching the video?"
Julie Harrison's face blanched instantly, and the next moment, as if stimulated, she wriggled out of his arms, "Oliver, you saw it all!"
"Mm-hmm!"
This time, Oliver Thompson did not evade, but simply nodded, then sincerely responded, "Yes, I've seen everything, Rosella. So...."
"So, can you accept what happened to me...?"
What her trailing words implied were clear, but Julie couldn't muster the strength to say it. Staring at him silently, she took a deep breath after a moment and asked, "Is it that you can't bear to see me embarrassed, that's why you hid in the room pretending to sleep?"
She knew all men struggle with this—seeing their wives disrobe for another man, let alone Oliver. But when confirming the fact, she couldn't help but feel heartache. This combined sorrow and pain was like plummeting into the depths of despair.
"Oliver, are you rejecting me?"
