"Angry?"
Mary Jimenez asked in surprise, "Why would I be angry? Haven't we agreed not to interfere with each other's personal lives? Miss Rhodes is so beautiful and has such good qualifications. If she takes a fancy to you, maybe you two could form an ideal match."
Carson Flores stared into Mary Jimenez's eyes without speaking.
Initially, Mary Jimenez could meet Carson Flores's gaze, but soon she could no longer bear it.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Carson Flores said softly, "I kissed you, and you're not angry."
Mary Jimenez's cheeks suddenly flushed as she lowered her gaze, "Well, it was just a brush on the cheek. Westerners even have that cheek kissing greeting…"
Seemingly aware that her excuse was far-fetched and unconvincing, Mary Jimenez bit her lip and said, "After all, we do have a marriage certificate. We've been together for so long; an accident happens, a kiss on the cheek, there's nothing to be angry about."
Carson Flores blinked, "Not angry?"
