Sonia reluctantly took the phone and spoke in an adjusted voice. Gently and tenderly, she said, “Hi Abel, it’s me, Sonia.”
On the other end of the line, Abel fell silent for three seconds before responding coldly, “Why are you with Emmeline?”
“Abel, it’s been five years since we parted. Are you doing well?” Sonia’s eyes filled with mist.
“Does it look like I’m not doing well?” Abel’s voice carried a hint of sarcasm.
“Is that the truth?” Sonia asked, “Or are you just saying that?”
“Hmph,” Abel scoffed, “I’ll never be able to reason with you. Please give the phone back to my wife.”
“Abel,” Sonia said, “Do you even know what kind of person your wife is?”
“Are you saying you do?” Abel retorted, his voice filled with anger.
“Just now, she hit me and cursed at me,” Sonia felt deeply wronged, “She’s completely a barbarian. How can you spend the rest of your life with such a woman?”
“Well I guess we truly are meant for each other then,” Abel said, “It just so happens I’m not by Emmeline’s side right now. Usually in this kind of situation, I’m way more barbaric than she is. If she slaps someone on the left cheek, I’ll make sure to slap the right cheek for good measure. If she curses at someone, I’ll follow up with even worse names. Otherwise, wouldn’t she feel so alone? I’m the type of person that always supports my wife in everything.”
Sonia was speechless.
What else needed to be said?
At this point, Emmeline laughed.
Abel was too cool!
She was totally head over heels for him right now!
Emmeline took the phone from Sonia’s hands and said, “Babe, I wuv you!”
“Be a good girl,” Abel’s voice regained its seductive tone, “I’ll make some soup for you when I come home and replenish your energy. Then, tonight…”
“You’re so bad!” Emmeline pretended to be coquettish, “Do you ever stop?”
“When it comes to my wife, my love will never perish!”
Emmeline ended the call with a blushing face, feeling as sweet as honey inside.
Abel was truly an amazing husband. She loved him so much.
Sonia, on the other hand, had a pale face, as if she was a shattered A4 paper.
On the other hand, Sonia’s face was pale as a sheet, almost like the ripped up A4 paper earlier.
“Change your terms for the competition,” Emmeline said with a smirk, “I can even bet tens of millions of dollars with you. However, men are not meant to be gambled with.”
They are meant to be used.
Just like her dear Abel, who was incredibly useful in the sheets and out of them!
“We’ll talk about it on the day of the competition itself!”
Sonia picked up her handbag from the coffee table, tears welling in her eyes. She hurriedly turned around, opened the glass door and left.
If she hesitated for a moment longer, she feared she would burst into tears.
Crying would be equivalent to admitting defeat.
As proud as she was, she couldn’t easily admit defeat, especially in front of Emmeline, her rival.
She definitely couldn’t lose!
Ysabel saw Sonia’s distressed departure and didn’t linger around either.
Emmeline’s slap was hard and painful, and she didn’t want to receive another one.
“This feels so good! I feel my frustration going away too!”
Janie watched the two of them leave in a hurry and couldn’t help but applaud Emmeline.
“When you have the chance to take action, it’s best not to waste your breath!” Emmeline said. “One slap, and they’ll realize they said something they shouldn’t.”
Janie nodded. “Actions speak louder than words.”
“That’s right!”
The coffee on the table had turned cold, so Emmeline instructed Sam to brew two more cups.
“Hmm?” Janie looked outside the glass door. “Emmeline, is that Waylon coming here?”
Emmeline was sitting with her back to the glass door, but upon hearing that, she turned her head.
Indeed, there was a tall figure dressed in white gracefully making his way across the pedestrian walkway.
“Haha,” Emmeline immediately smiled. “It really is Waylon.”
“Should I leave then?” Janie said. “You two can talk.”
“Where would you go?” Emmeline held her back. “You’re not an outsider. Just stay and have a chat together. I’m sure it’ll lighten the mood.”
Janie thought for a moment. Going back by herself would be boring. After all, she had taken three days off from the company.
So she nodded. “That works too.”
“Sam,” Emmeline turned to the counter and said, “Brew another cup of coffee. The boss man is here.”
Sam curved backwards and looked through the glass door. Sure enough, Waylon had already arrived at the front door.
“Alright then,” Sam said, “I’ll let Doris on the second floor know and have her prepare some snacks to send down.”
