Sharon looked at June's greedy face and felt a trace of disgust in her heart.
As for June, she quietly took out her phone. Why are we the only ones living so well?
As soon as Wallace heard that Sharon had returned home to quickly settle her work, he called for a designated driver. He sat in the front passenger seat, where she had sat before.
Wallace seemed to be able to feel Sharon's aura lingering around him. His hand fumbled around the edge of the seat and quickly grabbed something soft. He then raised his hand and recognized that it was Sharon's hair.
He had to admit that her hair was beautiful. In the past, it had mostly exploded at home. Now, it was casually draped over her shoulders most of the time. She looked especially good when blown by the wind.
Just by sitting here, Wallace seemed to smell his wife's scent. That faint scent belonged to her.