"Greg?" Henrik frowned and froze for a moment when he saw Greg.
Henrik was not surprised by Greg's appearance, but he didn't understand his attitude.
Henrik thought, "I showed my love to his wife in public. Shouldn't he be furious now?"
Unexpectedly, Greg was calm. Henrik had stolen many men's girlfriends, but it was the first time he had seen this reaction.
Greg took the bouquet of roses with one hand and held Elsa's hand with the other. He said, "Let's go home."
Before leaving, Greg smiled and reminded Henrik, "By the way, I'm sorry. I stained your sleeves."
Henrik also noticed this.
The sleeves of his white suit were spotted with yellow oil stains, which still had a strong smell of instant noodles.
Henrik had a fetish for cleanliness. When he smelled it, he felt disgusted and wanted to vomit.
Henrik took off his white suit coat angrily. He stared in the direction where Greg had left and cursed him quietly.