Renata wasn't angry either.

They were divorced adults. Why did having flings with each other chrome with responsibility?

Renata looked into the mirror and brushed her tousled long hair lightly.

She smiled faintly, "It's not like we don't love each other, Charles. Besides, I'm getting older. I can't stand the test of time and have my feelings toyed with anymore!

"You're in your prime and still want to sleep with more women for a few more years. While I understand that, I won't wait for yo