Chapter 7 Faux Pas

• “Hubby, let's make a baby!” Jennifer continued pawing at Mitchell in feigned excitement, though thanks to his struggling, she barely made any headway in removing his clothes.
• She grew anxious as she added, “This is how they do it on TV, Hubby!”
• He isn't convinced by my act yet. Still, I can't keep pushing this agenda, or I'll have to start stripping myself.
• Jennifer gritted her teeth and made a decision. To heck with it!
• She was about to take off her gown when Mitchell clamped a hand on her straying wrist.
• With a grim expression on his face, he flung her hand aside and warned, “Stop it!”
• Her status as the legitimate Mrs. White did not mean he would be interested in pursuing a physical relationship with a fool.
• Mitchell clambered off the bed after that, and he straightened out his suit before leaving the lounge without even looking back once.
• Well and truly alone, a shrewd glint entered Jennifer's eyes as she roughly tidied her mussed hair.
• She silently counted the seconds. Barely half a minute later, Juliet opened the door to the lounge and stalked in.
• I knew she was waiting outside this whole time.
• Putting on her brightest smile, Jennifer lifted her head and stared at Juliet. “Madam, why are you here? Are you here to make a baby too?”
• Juliet sneered as she walked closer to Jennifer. “Make a baby? Please, you should look at yourself in the mirror. No one wants to make babies with a hideous retard like you!”
• She poked at Jennifer's head and continued arrogantly, “Listen up! I'm going to become Mrs. White sooner or later. You better f*ck off—”
• Juliet's threat soon dissolved into an alarmed shriek. “Argh!”
• She looked down as an unwelcome gust of cold air prickled her chest. That retard pulled down my dress!
• Juliet had carefully selected a low-cut cocktail dress for her appearance with Mitchell at tonight's celebration. The dress was flimsy at best, and it would not hold up against the lightest of tugs.
• To Juliet's horror, Jennifer's pull had exposed half of her chest.
• “You retard!” Juliet raged, “Go to hell!”
• She tried to grab Jennifer's hair, yet the latter dodged her hands nimbly.
• With an innocent expression, Jennifer looked at Juliet and took advantage of her panic to tug her dress again.
• “Madam, you need to take off your clothes to make babies! I'll help you!”
• Juliet bellowed, “Y-You! Get your hands off me!” She tried to hold down Jennifer's hands but to no avail.
• A few tugs later, Juliet's dress had been torn into shreds, and she struggled to shield herself with the ripped fabric.
• “J-Just you wait!” she sputtered angrily, glaring at Jennifer with pure hatred.
• However, Jennifer had stood up and run toward the lounge door, rendering Juliet's plans to stop her futile.
• “Madam wants to make a baby!” Jennifer yelled as she ran toward the ballroom. “She wants to make a lot of babies! Madam isn't wearing clothes!”
• Her shouting did the trick, and the guests swiveled around to stare at the source of the commotion.
• Meanwhile, Juliet hurriedly covered herself with the remnants of her dress and exited the lounge, attracting odd looks from the guests at Montgomery's birthday celebration.
• To her horror, the corridor right outside the lounge was packed with curious onlookers. Juliet was disgusted when she caught sight of lecherous gazes among the crowd.
• I've never been this humiliated in my life!
• Juliet put on her most pitiful expression as she began her campaign of smearing Jennifer's reputation. “I only wanted to talk to Jennifer about playing the piano, but I never thought that she would do this to—”
• At that moment, Jennifer interrupted her whining. “No. Madam, you told me that you can't wear clothes if you want to make a baby.”