"Enough, Jane," Steve's voice cut through the tension with a blend of authority and restraint. "Let her process this card. We'll see the truth soon enough. Let this bastard embarrass himself.""But we can't let our dignity be trampled like this," Jane protested, her voice tinged with defiance as she pushed back against her husband's plea. Her sense of pride and indignation remained steadfast, unwilling to yield to the perceived injustice unfolding before them. In her eyes, conceding to the perceived deception would be an affront to their integrity, a betrayal of their principles.Despite Steve's urging for restraint, Jane remained resolute in her conviction, unwilling to back down in the face of what she perceived as a challenge to their honorSteve sighed deeply, a heavy weight settling upon his shoulders as he recognized the depth of his wife's convictions. Despite his own reservations, he understood the fierce resolve that drove Jane, knowing all too well the strength of her princi
His plea hung in the air, a desperate entreaty born of humility and remorse. In that moment of vulnerability, Steve laid bare the depths of his contrition, his words a testament to the transformative power of humility and self-reflection.Benjamin's contemplative expression softened slightly as he considered Steve's plea, his hand idly stroking his chin in thought. "Hmm," he mused, his voice measured. "Licking my shoes does seem more disgusting. I don't want my shoes stained with your spit which is even more disgusting than a dog's. I agree with you, Steve."There was a flicker of empathy in Benjamin's eyes as he acknowledged Steve's admission, a recognition of the difficulty of the task at hand. Yet, even in granting his understanding, Benjamin remained resolute in upholding the principles of honor and integrity."But," he continued, his tone firm, "you still have to fulfill your oath."Steve's face betrayed a glimmer of hope as he pleaded with Benjamin, his desperation evident in ev
Steve's heavy sigh spoke volumes, carrying the weight of resignation and defeat as he bowed his head in despair. "Alright, Jane. If that's what you want," he conceded weakly, his voice tinged with a sense of resignation.In that moment of surrender, Steve knew that he had no other choice but to acquiesce to his wife's wishes. Though the prospect of joining her in the dishwashing area filled him with dread, he was more willing to endure the indignity than to see her deprived of the opportunity to enjoy a delicious meal.As Steve departed with heavy steps towards the kitchen, a somber atmosphere lingered in his wake, his absence casting a shadow over the room. Yet, despite the weight of his departure, Jane returned to her seat with an air of resolve, her demeanor betraying no hint of guilt or remorse.Taking her place once more at the table, Jane's expression remained stoic, her features composed as she settled back into her seat. Though her heart may have been heavy with the weight of
The VIP dining room exuded an air of opulence and sophistication, its spacious interior bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the lofty ceilings. The high ceilings, adorned with intricate designs, added to the grandeur of the space, while large windows framed by heavy curtains offered sweeping views of the glittering city lights below.The walls of the room were paneled in rich, dark wood, accented with delicate gold ornaments that added a touch of elegance to the space. The warm hues of the wood contrasted beautifully with the soft lighting, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere that enveloped the room in a sense of warmth and luxury.In the center of the room stood a large dining table, its surface covered with a pristine white tablecloth that cascaded gracefully to the floor. Adorned with fresh flowers in vibrant hues and softly glowing candles that cast a flickering light across the room, the table served as the centerpiece of the elegant setting, invitin
In the cozy embrace of their cushioned chairs, Benjamin and Valerie found solace, the gentle ambiance of the VIP room wrapping around them like a familiar embrace. A quiet anticipation lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of conversation and the distant clinking of glasses from neighboring tables.Suddenly, the door creaked open, breaking the tranquil spell with a gentle reminder of the evening's main event. Into the room stepped the restaurant's chef, a figure of quiet authority and culinary expertise. His presence, though unassuming, carried with it a sense of reverence, as if each dish he prepared was a masterpiece waiting to be unveiled.Benjamin and Valerie exchanged a glance, their smiles widening as they greeted the chef with warm nods of acknowledgment. In his hands, he carried the promise of a culinary journey, a testament to his passion for the craft and dedication to delighting the palates of his guests.The chef, a man in his mid-forties clad in a pristine white
"Master Frost, I have found complete data about Eric Young, Jane's lover. He is a middle-class man, endowed with masculinity and above-average size. Jane is having an affair with Eric because her husband, Steve, has had unresolved premature ejaculation problems since the beginning of their marriage. In addition, although Eric's income is not much, he is willing to give all his earnings to Jane, unlike Steve who still considers savings and investments," wrote Simon.Benjamin's smile widened into a grin of satisfaction as he contemplated the unfolding plan. "Simon," he began, his voice tinged with excitement, "I've learned that Eric's residence lies in close proximity to the Regal Hill shopping center. I want you to ensure that he receives a personal invitation to dine at the esteemed Blue Sky Restaurant, where he will be treated to the finest culinary delights money can offer. After all, who could possibly resist the allure of such an irresistible offer?""Understood, Master Frost. I'l
Just a fleeting moment after that, the large, intricately carved wooden door of the restaurant swung open with a soft creak, momentarily cutting through the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of silverware. A man stepped inside, his entrance marked by a gust of cool evening air that rustled the delicate paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. He paused, taking in the warm, intimate ambiance of the room, his eyes wide with a mix of bewilderment and unmistakable curiosity.Benjamin, standing near the counter, felt his heart skip a beat as he recognized the newcomer. It was Eric Young, just as he had seen in the photograph Simon had sent earlier. Eric’s appearance was as unremarkable as the snapshot had suggested—average height, brown hair, and plain, undistinguished features that would easily blend into any crowd. Yet, there was something about him that made him stand out even in the most ordinary of settings.Eric exuded an aura of confidence and self-assuredness so palpabl
With each playful tease and endearing compliment that fell from Eric's lips, Jane's heart fluttered involuntarily, a symphony of emotions swirling within her. Lost in the enchantment of the moment, she couldn't help but find herself drawn further into his charismatic embrace."Jane, my dear, you look so beautiful tonight. Did you dress up for me?" Eric said, gazing at Jane with loving eyes.Jane shook her head, her smile wavering slightly at Eric's words. "Eric, this isn't the time to joke. My husband could show up at any moment."But Eric's chuckle was soft and genuine as he gently held Jane's hand, his touch comforting yet electrifying. "He's not here, is he?" His words were a gentle reminder, a reassurance that in that moment, they were alone, cocooned in their own little world. "Besides, he never treats you as he should."Jane felt a pang of guilt tug at her heart, a familiar ache that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Eric's words struck a chord, stirring up emotions sh