"Irene, Irene, you must believe in your lover," Irene repeated to herself. She had to believe in Edward. But could she really do it?
It's not like she was a saint, so how could she be so open-minded? But then again, he normally returned home early, and this was the only time he was late. Still, anything could happen in just one night.
What should she do about the perfume and lipstick stains on Edward's coat? She didn't feel like asking him directly because she trusted him with all her heart, and he also loved her a lot.
While Irene was lost in thought, Edward was already finished with his shower. He was quite puzzled when he saw her dazedly standing next to his coat.
Ever the observant one, Edward suddenly remembered that Celine had worn his coat. Did she leave anything inside? He was
