I Won't Cook

"No matter if it was said four years ago or now, if you want to leave me, you can only do so in death." Looking at Eulalia's indifferent eyes, Percival's hawk-like gaze grew colder. He grabbed Eulalia's hair, pulling her roughly into his arms.

"Eulalia, don't even think about finding another man," he warned.

Eulalia looked at him with his “it’s only natural” attitude, her stomach aching with anger. She looked up, “Percival, you can’t even control your own heart, and you want to control mine?”

"Don't compare yourself to me. I told you, Evadne is different. She won't mind."

Marriage and feelings never intersected for him. Being married didn't mean he couldn't be good to Evadne; they could coexist peacefully as before.

Men are creatures of desire, and he wasn't the only one to have feelings for two women. He could take care of Evadene and maintain his marriage with Eulalia.

Since he and Eulalia were still married, he wouldn't allow her to cheat, not even emotionally, because he had a cle