Wilson looked at me earnestly.
On the face of the 20-something-year-old man was the charm of a real man. His steadfast gaze made me realize he was being serious.
He meant what he had said.
“Wilson, some things are hard to say out loud. I don’t know how to describe it. Those things are dirty. They’re repulsive!” I cried again.
Wilson gently handed me a tissue.
“Ciara, you’re not dirty. The dirty ones are the perpetrators. You’re a shining goddess in my eyes.” Wilson's eyes were as bright as stars, and his cheerful appearance was very handsome.
I was extremely touched. Even my husband had never said anything like this to me.
There was no way I would tell my husband any of this. I didn’t want to imagine how he would react after discovering everything.
“WIlson, I’ll
