Chapter 157 Trouble In Sicily (3)

• "Hopefully you get the attention you're looking for," he spat.
• Feeling the pain of his words, for those words meant something. Such a jerk, I huffed and turned to the bartender, who gave me a big, comfortable smile and asked, "Husband behaving badly?" He got a glass and placed it in front of me. "Don't worry, I've got something for that."
• I shook my head with a frown on my face and said, "He is not my husband."