Marilyn had been pursuing Zachary since a long time ago.
And Zachary had always been apathetic to her advances.
She was used to his indifference, but today, this was the first time he had looked at her with utter disgust in his eyes.
She tried to control her emotions, but tears still streamed down her face.
"I'm sorry," she said.
Then she hurriedly left, wiping her tears away.
Yvonne breathed a sigh of relief.
"You started it, Marilyn. I'm only standing my ground," she thought to herself.
When two women shed tears at the same time, Zachary's full attention was on Yvonne.
"She has left. Are you still angry?"
"I am," said she, staring into the man in front of her.
"If you get involved with her or other women again, I will not go easy on you!"
"Okay." He held her even tighter, enjoying the fragrance of her hair. "I don't mind you being possessive. I'm afraid that you wouldn't care even if I get involved with other women."
