Mag firmly believed that Irina could get over this calmly because she trusted him.
Nothing was more solid between a husband and wife than trust.
"He would have climbed into my bed if he had had the guts. Why will the little b*tches out there ever stand a chance?" Ha, men." Irina put down her pen and closed the diary.
After sitting on the bed for some time, Irina got up and opened the adjacent room's door.
Mag, who was drawing the blueprints at his study desk, heard the sound, and turned his head around with surprise.
Irina was wearing a light gauze night dress, and her perfect body could be seen vaguely. Her face seemed to have an enticing glow under the warm light.
However, Mag felt a little afraid when he saw her mysterious smile.
Perhaps… she was going back on her word?
He flicked a quick glance at her left hand. After making sure that she wasn't holding a folding chair, he heaved a breath of relief.
