Chapter 12 she is not my wife.

Porter White was less than a meter behind her. There are his bodyguards outside. Robert Frost is dressed in a black sportswear, with his left hand in the pocket of his sports pants. He is tall and has long legs, showing a smooth and straight elegance in every move, like a mountain of cold jade. He was standing at the door of the lounge not far away and was about to go in. Porter White licked his lips, his unbridled gaze on her back, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Your husband is here. Why don't you go and say hello?" Margaret Henson took a breath, had no time to hesitate, and walked quickly over. Robert Frost raised his hand and landed on the handle in front of him. As soon as he opened a crack, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, followed by the woman's soft and fragrant body. Too late to refuse, the woman used her ingenuity, and they went into the lounge together.