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With some hesitation, Veronica clung to Frans's waist with her left hand. Her head was still a bit dizzy from the lingering effects of the anesthesia.

Once they reached the bathroom door, Frans opened it for her. Veronica, feeling self-conscious, stepped inside and released her grip from Frans's waist.

Inside the bathroom, she stood by the sink to steady herself and prevent her body from collapsing. Seconds turned into minutes, but there was no sign of Frans leaving the bathroom.

"Why?" Frans asked, puzzled, as he stared at his wife who remained still.

"I'm embarrassed, Bi," she replied shortly, lowering her head.

"Why would you be embarrassed in front of your own husband?"

Veronica let out a long sigh. She immediately unbuttoned her pants and sat on the toilet. Frans's curt tone made her feel even more anxious.

“"Is it done?" Frans asked as Veronica reached for a tissue.

She hesitated but forced herself to nod her head.

Unexpectedly, Frans entered the bathroom, taking the tissue