I stared at Fiona and said coldly, "I remember your boss was Pierre, right? Do you mean that you were coerced by him?"

Hearing this, Fiona stood there in a daze.

But then, she angrily said to me, "Liam, don't be so arrogant. I have been very nice to you. Don't make me upset!"

I didn't respond and said nonchalantly, "I'm going to sleep now. Please do as you please."

After saying that, I walked around her and went into the bedroom.

A moment of peace.

Fiona walked in.

She changed into lace underwear and stockings, bit her red lips lightly, and straddled my waist.

She bent down. I felt a warm breath hovering around my ears.

Her hair was slightly damp, probably because she had taken a shower before coming back.

"Don't be angry. Pierre and I are just friends now. There's really nothing going on between us.

"I'm sorry today. But isn't tomorrow the anniversary of your mother's death? I'll go with you."

When I was difficult to coax, she would agree to do something that I usually wanted to do but she refused to do in order to make me give in.

But at this moment, I couldn't muster any interest in her body that had been touched by others.

I just felt a little sad.

Because this was the first time Fiona offered to accompany me to see my mother.

I remembered I begged her before we got married, but she refused me because she thought it was unlucky.

But after three years of marriage, she had never accompanied me there once.

Now, no matter what the future held, it was time for us to go and see my mother.

I nodded. "Okay, let's go together."

Hearing this, Fiona smiled and kissed me.

I turned my head away and pushed her away.

"I'm tired. Let me rest. I have to see my mother tomorrow."

Fiona was stunned and watched me walk towards the second bedroom.

The next day after get off work, when I went to Fiona's company to pick her up, I happened to see her walking out of the company with Pierre.

Seeing my car, Fiona said goodbye to Pierre, then trotted over.

Pierre looked at me provocatively. His mouth slightly open. I didn't know what he said.

But today was my mother's death anniversary, I didn't want to think about anything else, and brought Fiona to the cemetery.

But before she could get off the car, Fiona received a call from Pierre.

She hurriedly got off the car and then answered the call.

Then, she came over.

I looked at her. "Are you working overtime again?"