My Extraordinary Wife

Perhaps it had been too long since the man in the box had seen any light, for he subconsciously lifted his hand to shield his eyes. Only after some time had passed, and he had probably adapted to it, did he lower his hand.

He then stood up from the box and scrutinized his surroundings curiously.

When his gaze fell on Mary, he was promptly elated. “Why are you here as well, Mrs. Berry? I’m so glad to see you!”

Mary’s face blanched, and she could not help taking several steps back.

“Who are you? I don’t know you!” she shrieked.

“I’m Mario from the host club, Mrs. Berry! Back then, you were exceedingly satisfied with my service. Have you forgotten? You even said you’d bring me abroad after Mr. Berry had gone to prison!” Mario jumped out of the box and rushed over to Mary.

The host club?

The instant the crowd heard those three words, their jaws dropped in shock.

The look in their eyes as they regarded Mary brimmed with ridicule and scorn alongside disdain.

Even Ashlyn was obviously taken aback. She reflexively glanced at Lucas, only to meet the man’s bewitching eyes.

an idea? Many families in the upper classes enjoy indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, so it’s nothing

behind Penelope. “Stay away from me! I really don’t know you, so don’t slander me! I’m pure and innocent, never having done such a shameful thing

Penelope was likewise stunned.

a host club and hooked up

moment, Bianca’s vision

to be so foolish that she hooked up with a gigolo! How

the only person I know. Why are you

so irate that he

all over,

her heart to a pulp. What should I do? Am I to

screwing her eyes shut, seized by the urge to skin

straitlaced man and had many affairs out

for a time, so she went out and patronized a host

exceptionally skilled in

him out quite a few

longer in the mood to patronize the host

she expected Lucas to be so powerful and

was all