Chapter 367 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• A bunch of women who loved to gossip about other people’s business always seemed to resent seeing others doing well, and they just won’t shut up. “That guy looks super rich and he’s tall and handsome. He would definitely want to date someone of his status, there’s no way he’s with an out–of–town girl.” “Maybe he’s already got a fiancee or is married and just interested in her pretty face. He’s just playing with her, so whoever falls first loses.” “What’s the make of that car? There’s a horse on the logo, seems like it’s pretty expensive.” “That’s a Porsche. My daughter and son–in–law drive the same kind of car. The whole package costs over a hundred grand, so expensive. When I think about spending that much money on a car, it breaks my heart. But when my son–in–law paid, he didn’t even blink. That’s how rich people are; a hundred grand, two hundred grand is nothing to them.”
• “This horse logo is bigger, it’s not a Porsche, it’s a Ferrari.” “What’s a Ferrari? It can’t be better than my daughter and son–in–law’s Porsche.” A young man passing by chimed in, “The cheapest Ferrari costs over two hundred grand, let alone this limited edition one, you can’t just buy it with money.” “No matter how good the car is, I think it’s worth at most a few tens of thousands.” Anyway, in the eyes of these gossiping women, no matter how good others‘ things were, they can’t be better than theirs. They verbally refused to acknowledge that the couple were officially dating and that the car was luxurious. But they had to admit in their hearts that, the couple’s manners looked very well–matched, very pleasing to the eye, like they were made for each other. “What are you ladies talking about? That’s her husband, and they’re legally married. You don’t know anything, but you’re here spouting nonsense.”
• When Abigail and Zack came back from grocery shopping, they saw a group of women accusing Cornelia. If anyone dared to point fingers at Nelly, don’t blame them for getting angry. “You’re her friend, you live together, of course you’ll defend her. Who knows if they’re legally married?” The woman who spoke also lived here, and they often ran into each other on their way to and from work. “Give me a break. Look at the shameful things you do all day, and you still have the nerve to spout nonsense here. Your daughter is not even of age, and you want to marry her off to a fifty–year–old man. You’re shameless, not everyone is as shameless as you.” Abigail’s words hit the woman’s sore spot, causing her to suddenly scream and shout. “What are you talking about?