Bentley coughed intermittently but showed concern, "If you have something urgent, don't worry about me. Don't make Mr. Robles wait."
Across the corridor, the air was much fresher.
Alexa stopped, put her hands on her waist, stared at him, and said, dissatisfied, "You are like this now. Why do you care about others? Besides, I am your wife. Of course, I have to take care of you. As for Mr. Robles, he is just a friend. That's all."
She could always coax others perfectly.
Bentley was still jealous, but now he was better.
"I'm your wife."
These words kept reminding Bentley in his mind.
He smiled in his heart, and even the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.
Alexa was keenly aware of the change in his expression, and asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"
"The air here is very fresh." Bentley didn't answer her question.
When mentioning air, she thought of his cough.