Jeanne really held it in and left the room.
She was afraid that she would not be able to sleep after eavesdropping on their conversation.
Damn. Her son was only six years old. What kind of thoughts was Edward instilling in her son?
When she returned to the room, she was still a little flushed.
It took a long time before she finally calmed herself down and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
As she took a shower, the words that Edward said to George kept replaying in her mind.
When did she say she liked it? She despised it so much…
Jeanne's face was red as she took a shower.
Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open.
Jeanne was stunned as she saw Edward at the door, sizing her up.
"What are you looking at?" Jeanne was flustered and exasperated.
"Looking at what looks beautiful."
