152. Bitch

Meanwhile, in another place, the man with dark glasses slightly round in shape had just downed a bottle of beer in front of him. The maroon coat he was wearing was no longer in place, the sleeves that were deliberately pulled up with the tie lying on the floor, the chest part that was so clearly visible with the fine hairs around it because the top two buttons were wide open. Any woman who sees it will be fascinated by his handsome looks and athletic body. But not for the woman who holds the status as his wife she prefers to run away and leave him rather than having to enjoy a glimpse. Her appearance and nature were opposite to that of a woman. But never mind... Forget about that impudent wife. He'd better have fun and forget the events of the past few days with this good beer.