Whitney's face turned green with rage. "Aron, we're about to get married, are you still going to keep her around?!"
Facing Whitney's questioning, he didn't even lift his head, just played with my hair attentively.
"What does our marriage have to do with her?!" Hearing his words, Whitney's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Bang!" She angrily swept everything off Aron's desk.
"What do you mean by this?! We're getting married, and you're still having an affair with this despicable woman. What do you think of me?! Can't you even give me the basic respect a wife deserves?!"
At this moment, Aron finally let go of my hair and looked at Whitney.
But there was no guilt in his eyes, only indifference and impatience.
"I said, I can marry you, but don't even think about anything else, and don't touch
