One minute, ten minutes, twenty minutes... an hour.
She and that man, in the villa, have been there for a whole hour.
One hour, what can one do in an hour?
One hour, it seems that many things can be done.
In the car, the man is filled with coldness, his hand on the steering wheel trembles slightly... Trembles, is this what she calls being busy with the crew and coming home late?
So, this is what she calls being busy?
This busyness even reaches someone else's villa, staying there for a whole hour, an hour...
His heart feels a slight bitterness, the chill in his body intensifies, a wave of coldness sweeps his entire body, back at home she had clearly promised not to be in contact with those random men.
Great, really great.
Just a blink of an eye, and she's so close to them.
Wife, do you know how much your man's heart hurts?
