'Am I doomed? Is she mad?'
The living room was engulfed by deafening silence.
One second…
Two seconds…
Three seconds…
No one spoke up. Zhen-Zhen was just silently staring at him with a blank expression on her face. Tristan became more anxious and restless because of that.
"Wifey?"
"Continue." Zhen-Zhen flatly responded to Tristan.
When he heard her emotionless response he felt like crying. He didn't know whether to continue or not but Zhen-Zhen urged him again.
"Tell me everything. Don't leave any detail. How many girls?" Zhen-Zhen asked him inquisitively.
Tristan bobbed his head obediently before he spoke up again.
"Honestly, I don't remember the number of girls I interacted with in the past. But I only slept with a few." Tristan chewed on his lip again after saying that. He was consumed by guilt.
