Kapitel 435: 276: Madeline Carter's Depression_2

"Nonsense," Charlie Wood crumpled the card in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

"I'm going upstairs to shower."

Seeing the man's angry face, Oliver Simmons pursed his lips.

"Clean your neck well. It's fine if I see it, but if someone else sees it, they might gossip about you."

Charlie Wood lifted his hand to wipe his neck, and when he looked down he saw a faint lipstick mark in his palm. His face turned an indistinguishable shade of blue and white.

He looked at Oliver Simmons, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He turned to leave, his steps slightly hurried.

Life of middle-aged people is already full of temptations, let alone for people of this age.

At social events, twenty-something-year-old girls flock together and it can be hard to resist, even for the most steadfast of hearts.

Oliver Simmons, however, seemed well-versed in this game. He didn't care that his husband had come home with a colorful mark on his neck.