At this moment, on the other side of the ocean, inside a Western restaurant, Felix Shaw was still using his intelligence and good looks to compete with a male mistress.
He took the wine glass that Mia Foster had drunk from and raised it towards Steven British.
"Cheers, to my wife's male bestie. Thank you for gracing our wedding anniversary celebration, and I wish you find your other half soon."
Mia Foster was thoroughly impressed by Felix's shamelessness, while Steven's mind was still in a traffic jam and couldn't believe that the guy had boldly clinked glasses before elegantly drinking the red wine.
When the glass was placed back on the table, he turned his handsome face to her, his gentle eyes and brows looked profoundly refined.
"Wife, should we go home and close the door to start making little ones?"
After saying that, he even added a "hmm?"
Mia Foster shivered at the sound.
Despicable man!
