Jairo wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was gentle and scholarly, but his eyes were firm as he looked at Corey.
I only knew that Jairo and Corey were enemies, but I didn't know what kind of enemy they were. But I knew that with Corey's temper, he would only be angrier if Jairo intervened in this matter.
Sure enough, Corey's face became colder, and his eyes were full of coldness. He glanced at me and then looked at Jairo.
"I don't care about my woman. What does it have to do with you? Who do you think you are?" Corey said coldly.
"Corey said I'm his woman. I don't know if I should be happy or sad. If he really wants to treat me as his woman, why does he always protect that bad woman?"
"She's your woman. What about this one?" Jairo pointed to Abbie.
His tone was still very light a
