"Well, Raymond, finally I hear you speaking the truth, don't I? You think I'm old, right? This marriage is over!" Rowan Wyatt said and was about to leave, angrily throwing her high heels at the man.
Raymond Roland chuckled, bent down to pick up his wife's high heels, performing such a simple action with incomparable elegance, "I didn't say that."
"That's exactly what you meant!"
"Come on, darling, don't let people laugh at us."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and drew the sulking Rowan Wyatt into his arms, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, "You're a grown woman, why still throw such tantrums like a child."
"I'm just being unreasonable, go find someone else who's not unreasonable to be Mrs. Roland!" Rowan Wyatt turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
"I only want Rowan Wyatt as my Mrs. Roland."
