Chapter 822

Grace understood Oliver's intentions. She took the initiative to change directions, intertwining her fingers with his. "I understand now, darling." Oliver added, "We're both wrong in this matter. Let's just let it go." Grace nodded. She didn't dwell on it. "Darling, we've been walking for ten minutes now. Can I sit down?" "No, it's only been eight minutes. Keep walking for a bit." Grace glanced longingly at the inviting bench, feeling like she had been circling it endlessly. "A starving woman sees a big piece of meat but her husband tells her she can't eat it. What do you think she'd do?" Grace accused him indirectly. Oliver replied calmly, "She'd listen to her husband and wait until it's time to eat, knowing it's for her own good." Grace bit her lip. "Has it been ten minutes now?" "One more minute." … That night, the couple stayed at the Gulliver residence. Early the next morning, Oliver received a scolding phone call from Peter. "Do you even know how important a man's pri