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Chapter 68 "That's nonsense!" Teresa held Tiffany's hand and cupped her cheek.
She said gently, "My darling Tiff is the most adorable and obedient young lady in this world. When you get married, your husband has to be the best man you can find. "Don't worry about the future. I'll make sure you won't experience the hardships I've experienced; I'll find you the best man in the world. I won't let him make you suffer." Tiffany bit her lip without saying anything. Teresa thought she was being willful and saying these things in the heat of the moment, but she meant what she'd said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSociety seemed to have already stuck certain labels onto women-they had to marry, have children, and stay hto raise their children.
They could only rely on men to survive, so men weren't to bleven if they made mistakes.
It was as if marriage wasn't the natural next step for two people who were in love-it was more of a makeshift prison for women.
And it would take unbelievable courage for a woman to break free of that prison.
Teresa was also trapped in this prison. Tiffany knew Teresa wouldn't believe anything she said now.
Teresa wanted to give Eric another chance because she still had hope in their marriage. Tiffany could only hope Eric would learn his lesson from this and truly treat Teresa well in the future.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVincent pushed open the door of a private room at Nocturne Nightclub. He strode in, ignoring the looks he received as he plopped onto the couch and poured himself a drink. He downed it in one go.
Charles chuckled from where he was perched on the couch. He asked, "What's up with you? You look sexually frustrated. Is there trouble in paradise?" Vincent glanced at him. His bad mood was exacerbated when he saw the lecherous look on Charles' face. "No." "No?" Charles sipped his drink and grinned. "Did your lovely little lover kick you out because you couldn't satisfy her?" Vincent kicked him and snapped, "You know nothing about that!" "Yeah, yeah. I know nothing. I told you ages ago that we, as normal men, have to loosen up and relax occasionally. Look at you-not only have you been single since birth, but you're also a virgin! to "I'm sure that keeping all that sexual desire pent up has affected your body. I can understand what it feels like to have a woman in your life without being able to make her yours." Vincent looked at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" Charles smiled mysteriously. "Jake toldall about it. He said you had a nosebleed at work today because of your pent-up sexual desires.
"That's why the blood went to your head. C'mon, why are you still holding yourself back now that you've got a partner?" Vincent had no words. He couldn't deny that was the cause of his nosebleed, but it was something that had never happened in the past.
Since his first sexual encounter during the camping trip, his self-control seemed to have taken a blow. He couldn't believe he'd actually had a nosebleed over something like this! Charles swiped the glass out of his hand and laughed, saying, "If you ask me, you should put this down and head hto snuggle with your partner What are you even doing here? It's not like you're interested in the women here."
The thought of Kelly eagerly awaiting his return made Vincent even more reluctant to head home. He grabbed his glass from Charles and continued drinking. He ignored Charles' teasing. Charles raised an eyebrow at this. Then, he stood up and left the private room. He stood outside and dialed a number. Tiffany had just left the hospital
when her phone rang. She pulled it out to see that the call was froma number she didn't recognize. After a moment of hesitance, she answered it. "Hello? Who is this?"
"Am I speaking to Ms. Lloyd?" The voice on the other end of the linen er end of t sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. She nodded. "Yes, you are." "Your boss, Mr. Lewis, is at Nocturne Nightclub. He's drunk as a skunk. Could you cover to take him home?"