Chapter 14

　　I'm about to leave the house to attend some gatherings when my husband just entered in the guest room.

　　"What are you thinking?"

　　"Why?"

　　"You're going to that party with that off shoulder shits?"

　　"Don't call it shit it's Celine who made this." Celine is famous for making gowns, weeding gowns. Etc. And I like your works. And Celine is my cousin.

　　"I'm not giving shit with Celine. My concern here is why the hell is that kind of dress you wearing right now?!" He complained, what the fuck? Why is he like this? I do not understand him.

　　"What's your problem with that?" I asked while glaring...