Bradley reached out and grabbed her wrist, staring at her, who looked on the verge of collapsing. "Do you even know what you're saying?"
"Of course I do..." She burped directly into Bradley's face without any regard for her image, and then said word by word, "You're just my ex-husband."
Bradley instantly frowned at the smell of alcohol, and became even angrier when he saw her flushed face.
He knows exactly what kind of men come here. How could he not?
She just took off her white coat and now she's here, letting herself go like this.
"Shut up!"
Angela looked at him with a hint of mockery in her eyes. "You're really something. You talk about loving someone, but then you sneak off to find me behind her back. Don't you worry that when she finds out, she'll want an explanation from you?"
