He had a "jealous husband" expression on his face, and she was torn between scolding him and being affected by his concern
. "You..." she said, staring at his expression of "jealous husband." She dropped her head and whispered,
"I'm sorry," after a few seconds of quiet "I'm working in extra hours. I have some French materials that I will put to use first thing in the morning tomorrow." "Really? My curiosity is whether you interpret with your lips or translate with your lower body."
"You... Get out of here! Get out of here!"
She cried and screamed as she pointed fiercely towards the door. Her rage increased with each passing moment she avoided looking him in the eyes, and he became further certain that she had done something wrong.
He Blackked her shirt and clothing off her immediately
