Chapter 3

Early the next morning, I pressed a hand against my aching waist.

We had done it several times last night. Adrian’s stamina in bed was almost terrifying.

When I went downstairs, Adrian was in the kitchen helping the housekeeper.

The moment he saw me, his ears turned red again.

I smiled.

I had just sat down at the dining table when Conrad came downstairs.

He sat across from me, wearing an unreadable smile.

“How was last night?”

Before I could answer, the front door was pushed open.

Conrad’s friend Mike rushed in cheerfully.

“I bet she kicks him out by noon!”

Jack followed right behind him.

“Conrad, I bet she kicked that guy out last night—”

His voice stopped abruptly.

When he saw me, his expression shifted from excitement to embarrassment.

“Cecilia… morning!”

Conrad lifted the coffee beside him and took a sip, looking perfectly relaxed.

As if his friends treating his marriage like entertainment was something to be proud of.

I stood and walked toward the kitchen.

“You should go. About what we discussed last night, we’ll talk later.”

Adrian froze for a moment. Joy flashed in his eyes. He took off the apron, turned, and left.

The front door closed.

The living room fell silent for two seconds.

Jack lowered his voice deliberately.

“See? She still kicked him out.”

Mike laughed.

“Conrad really knows how to train a wife. That’s the kind of woman you marry. From now on, Conrad can have as many lovers as he wants. I’m jealous.”

Conrad sat at the table, listening to them with the corners of his mouth curved.

I exhaled and walked out of the dining room.

Conrad and I spoke almost at the same time.

“Come back to the old house with me for dinner tonight…”

“Go to city hall at two this afternoon and finalize the divorce…”