Love Is a Sweet Addiction

Everyone was shocked by her answer. They exclaimed, “No way? Seven times a night? Terence is that good?”

“Well, didn’t you see how strong he was?”

“Gee, he is amazing!”

Terence had just walked out of the VIP room when he heard a group of women discussing him and his wife was in the middle of them.

He frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face. He stood slightly to the side.

Did she flaunt her husband’s performance on the bed in front of a bunch of noblewomen? Wasn’t she worried that he would be taken away by those thirsty women? He was looking forward to seeing how she ended this.

On the other hand, Esther realized that she had said too much. Because those women didn’t give up pestering her for more details but became more curious about Terence.

“Well, just kidding. How could Terence do it seven times a night? Don’t take it seriously… I’ll go in first.”

Just as she turned around and was about to squeeze out of the crowd, her dress was ripped by someone. She suddenly felt a chill on her back, and then the strapless dress loosened. It kept sliding down.

As the women whispered, Esther realized what had happened. She hurriedly covered her chest and grabbed the dress that was sliding down. She turned scarlet in an instant.

“No way… This can be the most embarrassing moment in my life! Did all these happen on such an important occasion?” Esther was desperate.

“Heavens, Mrs. Gibson, where did you buy this dress? Why is the quality so bad?” A gloating voice sounded.

There was also a concerned voice saying, “Mrs. Gibson, hurry to the bathroom. I’ll call the waitress to find some clothes for you.”

“But the waiter can’t find any clothes for her in a short time, right?”

Countless voices kept ringing in her ears. This was the first time she had encountered something like this. Esther was so ashamed that she felt as if all her blood was flowing upwards. Her face was flushed and hot, and her mind was blank. She wished she could find a hole on the spot and hide in it.

She could even hear the voice of a man not far away. “Is this Mrs. Gibson that you mentioned just now? The one that my grandfather really appreciates?”

“That’s right, it was her.” It was Anne’s gloating voice. “Sorry. She did disgrace your banquet,” said her.

Tyler snorted, “She is not as pretty as you, and her figure can’t compare to yours. Even if she was naked, she would not be as sexy as you.”

“Stop that,” Anne giggled.

“…”

Just when Esther was so helpless that she wanted to die, Terence, who had just been pestered by someone to talk, finally realized the situation here. He looked through the crowd and saw Esther squatting on the ground motionless. His eyebrows slightly twisted, and he immediately strode into the crowd.

As he walked, he took off his suit coat. He pulled Esther into his arms while wrapping the coat around her.

Esther smelled the familiar and unique scent. It was as if a drowning person had grabbed onto a life-saving piece of driftwood. She finally calmed down.

However, she was still trembling. After all, it was too humiliating.

“It’s just that the clothes. Don’t cry. I’ll take you to change.” Terence lifted her small face that was wet with tears. He looked down at her and comforted her softly.

“I… I” Words failed Esther. Only tears continued to roll down.

“Don’t cry, we are leaving now.” Seeing that her legs were so weak that she could hardly walk, Terence carried her horizontally and walked towards the exit of the banquet hall.

His move attracted more attention. Esther felt even more ashamed to face others. She lowered her head and buried her face into Terence’s shoulder.

In the banquet hall, the crowd began to discuss again. Some people said that Mr. Terence was good to his wife. It could be seen that he truly doted on her.

Some people said that Mr. Terence was not only handsome but also a real gentleman. He did not show the slightest bit of panic when facing such a chaotic scene.

Outside the crowd, Anne was getting jealous when she listened to everyone’s praise for Terence.

She didn’t expect that Esther made a fool of herself in public, but still received good reviews. It was too infuriating!

This woman was always so lucky. No, it should be said that all the embarrassing scenes were set aside by Terence, just like the last birthday banquet!

…

After returning to the car, Terence called Russell and then left.

Although the accident had happened in the hall, Russell had heard from others afterward. Not only did he not blame them, he even apologized to him, saying that he had not prepared enough and should have prepared a few sets of dresses in the lounge.

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After the call, Terence turned to Esther, who had a dull look on her face and her hands tightly clutching the collar of the suit coat. He did not speak, but started the car and drove to the hotel.

When they were back, Terence helped her change into new clothes. It wasn’t until Esther sat on the sofa and sipped a cup of warm tea that Terence handed her that Esther slightly regained her sense. She stared at him as she finally talked, “Sorry, I’m embarrassing you.”

Terence spoke disapprovingly, “A broken dress means nothing to me. Just forget it.”

Esther was startled and looked at him in surprise.

“He doesn’t blame me? Everyone at the banquet knew that I am Mrs. Gibson, and so many people saw the embarrassing scene. But Terence doesn’t blame me, he instead comforted me?” Esther was shocked.

“Do you really not care about that?”

“Do you think those people will look down on me because my wife chose the wrong dress once and think that the Gibsons can’t even afford a dress?” Terence leaned over and habitually lifted her chin. “If you cheated on me with Tyler like Anne, maybe I will feel embarrassed,” he teased.

Esther didn’t say anything. That was true. How could the other look down on the Gibsons because of a dress?

But when she thought of her performance at the scene just now, she regretted it very much and felt very humiliated. This feeling of shame was different from the one just now.

She completely lost her bearings and froze like a stupid statue. She was completely incomparable to Terence.

Terence was right. It was just that the dress was broken. What was the big deal? If she was calm enough, she should have gracefully smiled at everyone, apologized to them, and then gracefully gone to the lounge or bathroom, waiting for the waitress to send clothes over.

But she didn’t. She behaved like a baby.

She was Terence’s wife, the focus of the public. How could she behave like that?