Nia Mitchell awkwardly lifted her head and glanced at Charles Northwood, forcing a smile.
"Um... during the time you were in the USA, I made a new friend."
Ah, her husband could be considered a friend.
"Really?"
Charles Northwood already had his own conclusions and didn't take her words seriously.
And so, for Hendry Hampton, this was the final straw. Well, not the life-saving kind, but rather the one that broke the camel's back.
After finishing dinner, Nia Mitchell and Charles Northwood stepped out of the restaurant.
"It's getting late. I should be heading back."
Nia stepped outside and sniffed herself. Hmm, she smelled strongly of spicy boiled meat slices. Not just her clothes; even her lips and tongue were still numb from the spices.
"Head back?"
Northwood looked surprised. He checked his watch. It was only a little past eight in the evening, yet Nia was saying it was late and time for her to go home.
What the hell?
