That's The Seat of My Wife

Zena and Elizabeth walked side by side in front, and James walked slowly behind them. He lowered his head slightly, and no one could see his facial expression. As soon as she came to the side of the car, Zena suddenly picked up the pace a little and went around the front of the car to the passenger's side, pulling open the door first. Elizabeth stood at the side of the carriage. She stared blankly for a moment, then began to open the back door. "Wait a minute!" James suddenly said with a frown. Elizabeth didn't know what he was going to do. "What's wrong?" James didn't answer her. Instead, he looked at Zena, who was standing still because of his words, and said, "That's my wife's seat. Are you sure you want to sit?" As soon as he finished his words, he added with a little mockingly, "Zena?" Zena's body stiffened, and her expression turned a little unnatural. The seat of his wife... He even asked her if she wanted to sit... and called her Zena... How ridiculous... She knew that his word