Just as Young Master Hernandez was about to step forward, the door was pushed open by me, Tobby Curry, who looked at Young Master Hernandez with a frown and said, "Adam't make things difficult for others, especially women."
"What does this have to do with you?" Young Master Hernandez said, mildly angry.
I really wanted to say, "I'm her husband," but I paused and then said, "Since she doesn't like you, why bother? Haven't you heard a forcibly picked melon is not sweet?"
"Get out. This is none of your business," Young Master Hernandez said angrily.
"The one who should leave is you. Adam't you know this is a dressing room? It's her dressing room," I said, looking at Young Master Hernandez.
Young Master Hernandez squinted his eyes and finally looked directly at me with a sneer, "Who the hell are you?"
"Are you blind?" I retorted, knowing fully well I was in uniform.
