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.

in the pleasures of the flesh, so it’s nothing new. But to put it in

“Stay away from me! I really don’t know you, so don’t slander

Penelope was likewise stunned.

club and hooked up with a gigolo, betraying

a moment, Bianca’s

to be so foolish that she hooked up with a gigolo! How is the Yates family to hold its head

only person I know. Why are you hiding from

that he stomped his

over,

though an invisible hand was squeezing her heart to a pulp. What should I do? Am

not help screwing her eyes shut, seized by the urge to skin Lucas and

was no straitlaced man and

went out

skilled in bed, satisfying her

out quite a few

the mood to patronize the host club after the series of incidents that happened to the Berry

so powerful and capable that he actually found Mario to

dignity was all