Chapter 4

If we were role-playing, I would have died here.

While I was still in shock, Rachel leaned in and kissed me. "Jenson, I really like you. If you accept me, I swear I can satisfy you."

I was tempted but hadn't forgotten that Queenie was coming. If she found us here, she'd lose her temper and make my life difficult for a long time. I told Rachel icily to leave. "Don't look for me anymore. My wife loves me a lot. I don't want to upset her."

Rachel continued kissing me and even worked her way down.

I quickly grabbed her, feeling irritated. "Can't you have some self-respect?"

"Jenson, do you dislike me?" Rachel cried, looking at me pitifully yet with affection.

I felt a bit guilty; she was just a young girl, after all. I wondered if I was being too harsh. Just then, I heard the sound of high heels approaching the door. Alarmed, thinking it was Queenie, I looked to hide Rachel, but she met my gaze with a sarcastic yet pained expression.

"Jenson, since you still don't believe me, let's