Chapter 37. I'll Prove It

The question Jordan asked made Clarabelle think. What could melt Clarabelle's heart and then the anger and disappointment in her heart would disappear? Clarabelle did not immediately answer. She sat down in a chair by the table, taking another sip of the hot drink.

"Thank you, your brew is delicious." Clarabelle put the cup on the table. Then her hand removed the small towel that was still on her head. She slung a towel over the edge of the chair, her fingers brushing her hair.

Jordan watched her. Their situation was really stiff and unpleasant. Jordan was restless and displeased. He wanted sweet and tender Clarabelle, who looked at him with love.

"All I know is that my husband is a playboy. Is it true that he will miss a wife who is only a toy for him?” Clarabelle's words were calm but sharp and unpleasant to hear.

“Baby, can't I just learn to love properly? I've never been a good man. But I wanted to change," Jordan said.

Clarabelle glanced at Jordan, smiling slightly. "Okay, sir. Y