Olive drank all the wine in the glass, and put the empty glass on the table forcefully, her face full of resentment, "But by the way, Donahueiel is so embarrassing to us for losing you-such a Great beauty!"
"But considering his indifferent temperament, it's better for you to divorce him, so as not to be depressed by him."
Olive propped her chin, her eyes a little erratic, "When I first saw him when I was a child, I even thought he was dumb."
"Later, I was very curious and asked Gilbert why Donahueiel looked like a gourd with its mouth sawn off. Gilbert told me that he was different from us."
Janet's slender fingers clasped on the coffee cup moved slightly, and clasped the ear of the cup tightly.
There was a momentary fluctuation in those cold glass-like pupils.