You Smell Like A Woman's

Bryan Cooper's residence.

The minimalist house that still looks elegant looks deserted, even though dinner time has passed.

But a woman was sitting in the dining room, a woman with shoulder-length black hair. She is Angelina, wife of Bryan Cooper.

"Where is he? Why isn't he home yet?" said Angelina, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Is he going to miss dinner again?" Angelina asked herself.

"Even though I sent him a message. Didn't he read it?"

Angelina took a glass of champagne and sipped it slowly. "Hhh… this will be even more difficult, even though we've been married for a year, and he hasn't changed a bit,"

Angelina's mind wandered, thinking about her life story with Bryan. An arranged marriage by two families for the sake of business.

Angelina remembered how Bryan saw her not as a woman. The man never put his heart on her. Even this year, their relationship was tasteless.

Angelina rubbed her glass dreamily.