Chapter 2037

As Salome's act fell apart in an instant, a wave of humiliation swept over her. The money before her felt like a double-edged sword—whether she accepted it or refused, both options seemed fraught with consequences. Unable to face the situation any longer, she limped away awkwardly toward the hotel, her retreat a silent testament to her embarrassment. Jenson's expression was torn. "Honey, that person is Lucy's friend. Don't you think we're being a bit hard on her?" "Why? Are you starting to feel sorry for her?" Germaine shot back, sliding the money back into her purse. "No, no! Of course not!" Jenson stammered, his breath catching as he instinctively raised three fingers of his right hand. "I swear, if I ever have even the slightest improper thought about another woman, I'll… I'll castrate myself to make sure it never happens again!" "And if you do that, who's going to please me?" Germaine tossed him the wallet and grabbed two bottles of water. "That's enough. Go back to our room a