At two in the morning, Roscoe Anderson hastily rushed into the community area. Her daughter, Alice Alice, had been taken into the operation room again. The meager salary she earned as a radio host could no longer cover the medical expenses, leaving her no choice but to seek her husband, Maxwell.
She had an access card and keys. This high-end residential area located in the city center was initially the marital home of her and Maxwell. However, she had not had a chance to live a single day there before it was taken over by someone else.
As she opened the door and took the first step outside, she stepped on a woman's high-heeled shoe.
Following that, sounds of some intimate and passionate activity came from inside.
Amusingly, throughout her three-year marriage to Maxwell, she learned the ability to distinctly recognize the sounds of these two people. The heavy, rhythmically panting voice belonged to Maxwell, and the voice that was as soft as a kitten yet carrying a hint of whimpering belonged to the woman Maxwell adored, Marie Hayes.
As long as Roscoe Anderson had been by Maxwell's side, Marie Hayes had been standing between them.
Three years had passed, and she had grown numb to this situation.
After all, Maxwell was only her husband in name, and their marriage had never been made public. Concerning Maxwell's affairs, aside from turning a blind eye and pretending nothing had happened, there was no other course of action.
But tonight, she was beginning to feel slightly nauseated.
Despite everything, she still managed to rein in her emotions, stepped forward, and politely knocked on the door.
The crisp knock echoed through the silence, but the occupants inside made no move, and the moaning sounds even seemed to grow mockingly louder.
Gritting her teeth, Roscoe Anderson turned the doorknob, stood emotionlessly at the door, her gaze icy and cold as she faced the glaring scene before her. "Mr. Maxwell, I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. Could you please quickly finish whatever you're doing now?"
"Roscoe Anderson!" Maxwell turned his head abruptly, the fire in his eyes as if wanting to burn Roscoe Anderson alive.
Roscoe Anderson's face, however, showed no trace of emotion. "Mr. Maxwell, after you're done... I have something to tell you."
Maxwell roared angrily, sat up abruptly, "You'd better have an actual issue!"
Previously, Roscoe Anderson did call him. It's not that he didn't see it, but he just didn’t want to be bothered. As for this woman, whom his family forced upon him, she has totally ruined the life he had planned out for himself! He was utterly fed up with her!
Marie Hayes saw his indifference and hurriedly hugged onto Maxwell's arm. With her somewhat wet and flushed face raised, she asserted softly yet sharply, “Madam Maxwell, aren’t you overstepping a bit? Why do you have to interrupt when Miller and I are making love? Don't you know that it's bad for a man’s health if he's interrupted at such times?”
"As Miller's wife, how could you not care about your husband's health? No wonder — Miller doesn’t like you!"
"Or perhaps, you don't know the pleasure of such activities and want to give it a try. Is that why you deliberately seek us out?"
"Too bad, Miller refuses to touch you. You've married Miller for three years, but you're still a virgin~"
