[Oh, you're still so shameless to flatter an old man after marrying him. Everyone knows that you slept with your ex-boyfriend's father.]
[What you said is not right. Selma said at the beginning that she would not marry anyone other than Francis in this life. How could she marry someone else? I think she just wanted to get revenge on Francis, so she deliberately posed for the photo.]
[Hahaha, you 're right. Selma had been licking our Francis for six years and we couldn't get rid of her.]
[Now that I'm following Francis's father, it's probably because I want to be on the same household registration book with Francis.]
They chatted unscrupulously in my comment section. The worst possible words reminded me of the six years I spent as a bootlicker.
Back then, in order to successfully pursue Francis, I put aside my pride and pursued him for three years; tried every possible means to create chance encounters and took great pains to integrate into his circle.
He liked to go to bars and dance, so I searched for bar makeup. I was wearing a revealing tube top miniskirt and ran into him in the same bar.
He liked fitness and traveling, so I made my own nutritious meals and shared them on my Instagram, trying my best to create common topics.
Thanks to my careful planning, Francis noticed me.
After getting drunk one time, we had sex, but the relationship did not progress.
Me and Francis continued the relationship without any status. So, everytime he invites me to see his group of friends, I get teased.
“Mr. Travis is really good to his pet. He always takes it out for a walk whenever he goes out.”
I hate their insulting words. However, Francis did not care at all.
When I angrily criticized those rich young men, I got scolded by him in return. “It's just a joke, why do you take it so seriously? If you can't afford to have fun, just go back.”
Thinking of how humble I was in the past, my fingertips flew across the screen. I promised I would return all the grievances I suffered in the past.
As I typed and could not wait to send it, Isaac, who had just changed his clothes, appeared behind me.
“So you have been reading messages just now because of these people?” Isaac's voice was slightly displeased.
I was startled and was about to explain, but Isaac had already taken out his phone. “I don't want to see the Clements family, or other families in the city tomorrow.”
After hanging up the phone, he put his arm around my waist and spoke gently. “Since you have become my wife, let me handle these junk messages for you from now on.”
Isaac spoke in a domineering tone, but his eyes were full of heartache when he looked at me. That was a look I had never received in the seven years I had followed Francis.
My heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Leaning in Isaac's arms, I nodded vigorously and replied softly, “OK.”
That night, the Parisian designer took many photos with us and even invited us to dinner.
As I got home, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.
Just as I was blow-drying my hair, my phone, which had just been charged and turned on, started buzzing.
It was the text messages from Francis.
[Francis: Nathan and the others were just joking with you and you let my dad destroy their family? Selma, do you really have to torture me to death?]
[Francis: I 'll give you one last chance. Go to the old place and wait for me. If you behave well, I'll make peace with you]
[Francis: Selma, why didn't you come? Don't be so shameless. My patience is limited. I will wait for you for one last hour.]
[Francis: Selma, is my dad such a good sleeper? He's already so old, what do you want from him? How can I be better than an old man like him?]
