Chapter 82 The Stories

Dorian's entire face froze and he wondered, 'It's unfair, isn't it? I've been single for over a decade twice, just like Benedict, so why does he get to marry such a beautiful, singing, and gentle wife overnight, like a well-behaved little rabbit?' "Benedict, you are quite great. You've really got some skills." Dorian poured two glasses of wine and handed one over. Benedict smirked and took a sip. "It's a well-known fact," he replied. "Hmph, now you're getting cocky." The two of them chatted away, with Dorian able to crack jokes freely. Benedict let him talk and occasionally gave Dorian a warning glance when he went too far. Just then, the door to the private room swung open. A woman appeared at the doorway, with her long hair cascading down and glamorous makeup accentuating her features. She wore a short skirt that hugged her thighs, exuding a seductive charm with every step. "What's got you two so cheerful?" Maisie had just finished her work. Upon receiving the message that Ben