Waiver

George's POV.

"Cara?" I mumbled. My fist clenched voluntarily. "Trespasser."

She laughed, but Yul held my hand. So my heart races really fast. "Sorry, but I had to tell you." Tell me what? I wanted to cripple her knee and crumple her face. Right now.

She's still not losing her courage to persuade me with her games. Freak.

"Right, tell me." I'm confident. Yul is looking at me, totally bored. He wanted everything to stop right now, as well as me. All I want is to let this all pass by.

"I want to sleep with your husband," she confidently said, didn't mind what I told her earlier.

Yul and I gazed at one another, both furrowing our brows. Yul pulled me closer to him.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked. It's funny, I've got myself a hater when I'm not even trying— someone who thinks she could pass my rank to my husband's heart.

She shook her head. "I told you that I'm pregnant. We'll soon find out how. That's why I'm telling you this, I want to sleep with your husband. Let me surprise you when.