Jean Florence's POV:
Waiting for Dominic's answer was like waiting for the seven dragon ball balls and waiting for the porridge to turn into rice again. In other words, it was impossible to get an answer from him.
Either because I was used to it, or indeed I was immune to his indifferent attitude, I didn't discourage and didn't seem to care about the answer.
Was it difficult to answer? Were his lips and tongue too dry to move? It was a little annoying, but never mind, what could I do with that kind of character?
It took forty minutes to drive to the house I used to live in. A simple but comfortable home to live in before the snake woman ruined everything.
Maybe it was also my fault, forcing Daddy to get married for fear of being lonely. In fact, that woman was making it even more
