From the time they entered the hotel to now, it had only been about an hour.
Factoring in showering and changing, Marshall was certainly a fast worker.
“If you account for showering, getting dressed and undressed, and walking in and out of the hotel, that leaves twenty minutes at most. For a man Marshall’s age, if he’s not on medication, that’s about as long as he can last.”
Sandra continued cutting her steak, adding casually, “Marshall is in his fifties. Of course he can’t compare to a man like Mr. Bennett Thompson in the prime of his life.”
Yvonne froze.
Her face turned an uncontrollable shade of red, and she coughed awkwardly. “Sandra, don’t say things like that.”
“Did I say something wrong?” Sandra stopped cutting her steak and looked at Yvonne’s flushed face. “Don’t tell me you and Bennett haven’t… you know?”
Yvonne was silent.
Could they please skip this topic?
Seeing Yvonne’s face as red as a lobster, Sandra chuckled and decided to stop teasing her.
“Alright. You’re not a teenager, a healthy sex life is normal. Just make sure you use protection. Don’t get pregnant. I have a lot of promotions and events lined up for you.”
Sandra reminded her.
Yvonne stabbed a piece of steak with her fork and quickly changed the subject. “Aren’t Nelly and Marshall afraid her husband will find out about their affair? It would be a huge scandal.”
“The men in the Powell family are impotent. He couldn’t make it abroad, so he came back here. Now he has to rely on Nelly’s social skills to maintain their standing in Istra. The Powell family probably knows what she’s doing, but when a man is powerless, all he can do is turn a blind eye.”
Sandra said with a cold, mocking laugh.
Yvonne was speechless.
Nelly was both laughable and tragic.
After dinner, Sandra drove Yvonne back to Cherry Bay.

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