"Wendy, why did you come back so early?"
Christopher exclaimed, causing Amelia Garcia to suddenly turn around.
Seeing his recklessly casual outfit unconsciously brought back memories from four years ago.
He might have been a scoundrel, but his physique was top-notch.
Broad shoulders, narrow hips, solid chest muscles, defined abs, and a seductive Adonis belt.
And he had abundant stamina.
During those three years of marriage, even though they weren't loving, she could hardly resist every time they grew intimate. She often felt so exhausted the next day she could barely get out of bed.
Her thoughts whirled, heat crept into her cheeks involuntarily, and her heartbeat lost its rhythm.
Amelia hurriedly gathered her thoughts and said sternly, "Mr. Hart, I'm leaving now."
With that, she turned to go.
Wendy Hart bluntly said, "Amelia Garcia, do you think changing your name will make us unrecognizable? What are your intentions exactly? Just lay your cards on the table!"