"Moreover, my man isn't in the wrong, because he doesn't fancy you. Look, you're almost naked, and he still won't spare you a glance."
Mason listened to those words, "my man isn't in the wrong," his eyes softened, and he sighed in relief, feeling utterly content.
Fiona's chest heaved with anger, the exposed half of her chest rising and falling like a big milk cow...
"Mason Bennett!" Bella suddenly shouted.
Mason's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stood up straight: "Here I am."
Bella looked around the room, eyes filled with disgust.
"Get rid of the bed."
Hearing this, Mason curved his lips into a smile: "Okay."
"Throw away the bedding too." Bella thought about her things being touched and felt uncomfortable all over.
"Yeah, the cabinet was touched too, let's throw that away too."
Mason was so accommodating that Bella couldn't maintain her anger, but she still gave him a fierce glare.
"You've been touched too."
