At a presidential suite of the Dalton Hotel.
Lili woke up and found herself lying on the sofa. On the other side of the dining table, two men were eating. One was straddling there in a bathrobe. His powerful legs were hairy.
Her husband, Ferne, was sitting opposite to that man. Lili never understood what was wrong with Ferne. He married her but kept distance. He did not go home or talk to her. However, neither of them asked for a divorce. It seemed that they were waiting for each other to say that first. Or it made no difference for him to divorce. Just one more person at home would not affect him.
They had nothing to say even stayed together. She liked to dress herself up. Clothes, cosmetics and bags meant everything to her, while he seemed to only like hotels, and clients meant everything to him.
When she was shopping with her friends, one of them said, "Your husband seems to be in a hotel..."
She laughed, "That's impossible!"