"If I were also innocent." He suddenly stopped crying, looking at my wife with deep affection. "I would fight and struggle for her!"
"Because she's Jocelyn!"
"Because she's a good person!"
"Because she—"
I slammed on the brakes.
The Porsche screeched to a halt. I turned to look at Alexander's choked face and Jocelyn's moved expression, then laughed.
"Since that's the case…" I pressed the unlock button and rolled down the window. "We've arrived at the hotel just in time."
"How about I grant your wish?"
"You must have enough money for a room,” I sneered, meeting Jocelyn's gloomy expression. "This time, you'll have my blessing—her legal husband's consent."
"Go ahead."
"No one will call the police to drag you to the station."
"As for whether you want to create another burden." I glanced at the man. "That's your business."
Inside the car.
The cheap perfume stung my nose, like a wild vine growing on my heart, suffocating the air around me, making even breathing difficult. My tone wasn't pleasant and I tried my best to restrain myself, but I still managed to hurt Alexander's pride.
As he got out of the car, he yelled at me. "Phillip! You've gone too far!" Then he slammed the car's door.