Chapter 394 We All Know 8

• He pulled my head, forced me to look him in the eye. His eyes were bright and his voice was low and sweet, but with some desperation, “Clara, when we take a man to heart, we care what he does. I’m your husband. What does it mean when other women throw themselves at me and you don’t care? Don’t you love me or don’t you care?”
• I stared at him, winked, and smiled, “So, that’s why you’re mad at me?”
• He looked down and bit my lip, “What else do you think I’m mad at you for?”