Don’t Worry, You Weren’t Cuckolded

On the phone, Jeanne's gentle voice was heard. "Didn't you just come back from a business trip? Why aren't you resting earlier?"

"I just got off the plane and am on my way home." Monica was easily led astray.

"You came back so late?"

"It's all because my dad isn't in good health. If there's a business trip, I have to go. A flower like me will be crippled by my father sooner or later," Monica complained.

Jeanne could not help but laugh.

She felt that it was a happy thing to have Monica by her side.

The two of them chatted for a long time.

Monica said, "I'm at the garage. Let's talk tomorrow."

"Rest early."

"Okay." Monica hung up the phone.

The car was parked properly.

After the driver opened the car door for Monica, he took out her luggage and sent it into the elevator.

"Thank you for your hard work," Monica said gently to the chauffeur.

The chauffeur said respectfully, "Take care, Ms. Cardellini."