"Cough cough cough..." He was beside himself with laughter, coughing as he asked, "Tim Morrison, what happened to your face?"
Annoyed and embarrassed, Tim Morrison gave him a glare before turning weakly to sit beside Grace Murdock, tentatively calling out, "Grace..."
Grace Murdock was looking down at her phone, ignoring him.
Tim Morrison called out pitifully a few more times. Seeing that his beloved was still as frosty as ever, he sighed and walked over to sit next to Samuel Johnson, his voice tinged with envy, "You have it good..."
Samuel Johnson, who was pouring wine for Amanda Smith, turned his head, confused, "What?"
What about him was there to envy?
"Your wife is so gentle and considerate, you must be really happy, right?"
Samuel Johnson glanced at the bright red slap mark on his face, compared it mentally, and immediately felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, nodding sweetly, "Yeah!"
