Yoselin's mind went blank for a moment. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were filled with disbelief. Her hands clenched subconsciously, and her fingernails sank into her hands, but she did not notice it.
After a long time, Yoselin finally spoke, which sounded like she was going to cry the next moment, "Oh, yeah? Why did she bite your lips?"
It was as if she was ignorant.
An innocent woman would definitely lower her head to hide her heartache at the moment. That was what Yoselin did. However, when she lowered her head, she glared fiercely at Jazmine. Her eyes were full of malice.
Giancarlo held Yoselin's waist and walked over to the sofa to sit down.
Jazmine just watched them aside.
She only felt ironic and sad.
The man who had just been making out with her in the bathroom was now pleasing his mistress gently, leaving his wife alone.