"Shit!" Carl held himself in the corner of the rented room. Shivering, he stammered in despair.
"P-Please, my wife… I didn't intend to touch her… It's clear she touched me first."
The prayer-like voice rang out in the room, but nothing happened until a odd sound echoed back.
[System notice]: I know. But if I spare you this time, next time you're gonna take the initiative to do it.
Carl's expression froze and he tried to pray again.
"N-No… I won't… Don't you believe your husband?"
[System notice]: My love, I believe you… but I just… get angry when some girl talks to you, even touches you… I can't stand it… so, I'm sorry.
"Uh…" Carl gritted his teeth.
As soon as he heard that, for some reason, he didn't want to pray to his wife again. His brain was completely hypnotized by the system's words.
"I love you… It's not a big deal. Next time, I won't let your envy appear at all."
As if the mumbling pain wrapping his body eased a little, thanks to the love Carl had for his wife.
