"How... dare I not comply? My dear wife, please calm your anger, it was my fault." Marvin Lennon changed his expression faster than flipping a book, immediately putting on a smiling face, nodding and bowing, even massaging Madison Barton's back and shoulders, trying to placate her.
"Hmm, that's more like it." Madison Barton's gaze suddenly fell on the two cars in the yard; he had just gotten out of the white one.
Slightly squinting her eyes, she asked in a deep voice, "Is that car yours?"
"Yes!" Following Madison Barton's gaze, it was indeed his beloved car, which he dubbed "the feeling of flying." Driving that car felt like flying, so it's his favorite.
"Didn't you tell me yesterday that taking the subway was too slow, and you couldn't bear to spend money on a taxi?"
So all along he was pretending to be poor, and she foolishly got played by him; anger flared in her eyes as she glared at him.
