Chapter 7 Following Me Home
At eight I closed the Dessert Shop.
They followed me home.
But the moment we entered they started searching everywhere like robbers. I was terrified.
"I-I said you wouldn't do anything."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses stayed silent and avoided my pleading gaze.
The wild dark-skinned man lit a cigarette.
He blew the smoke into my face with a wicked smile. "Miss, you know men's words cannot be trusted, right?"
I coughed several times from the choke.
I waved my hand to drive the smoke away, but the wild dark-skinned man suddenly wrinkled his nose. "What smell is that?"
His gaze on me showed a momentary obsession.
He murmured, "You sprayed perfume? It smells so good."
I stammered and asked if he could stop smoking.
He obediently put out the cigarette.
But his expression cleared in an instant. He stared blankly for a while, then pushed me into the master bedroom with some annoyance. "Does your master bedroom have a wedding photo? Take me to see what your Husband really looks like."
However the moment the dark-skinned man saw the wedding photo in the master bedroom he froze.
The cigarette he had just lit almost fell from his lips.
"Damn, what kind of Husband is this?"
I blinked at the wedding photo and saw nothing wrong.
But the dark-skinned man said, "Why is your Husband's face a cloud of black fog?"
Nonsense!
My Husband was clearly very handsome!