“We shouldn't choose black costumes. It's like being in mourning,” Gabriella mumbled as she noticed the bright colors on the other guests' clothes. "Look, everyone is looking at us."
The man walking beside her smiled. "They're not looking at us, but you."
"Me? Why?" the woman said with round eyes, pausing in her steps.
"Because you are so beautiful tonight."
Gabriella's face suddenly turned stiff. Her husband's seduction was tasteless to her.
"I'm willing to come here doesn't mean I have forgiven your mistake."
Hearing that firmness, the curve of the man's lips suddenly shrunk. With a serious expression, he approached the woman's ear.
"We're in the middle of a crowd. Can't you delay your annoyance? You can beat me as much as you want when we get home."
"Is it true? I won't hesitate
