Harry stared at Margaret in disbelief. On her face, he saw no trace of panic or fear. She, too, was eerily calm—as if she hadn't just been caught cheating.
"Damn, your husband saw you cheating, and he's still this composed? No wonder he's a mafia boss. So fucking unshakable! Impressive!"
After the initial shock of being caught wore off, Harry also calmed down. With the confidence that his system would allow him to revive, he no longer felt any fear. Now, he could only marvel at Caleb's composure.
To see his wife climaxing on another man's shoulder, moaning so shamelessly, and still remain so collected—most men would have exploded on the spot. But Caleb wasn't just calm, he was considerate enough to step out and give them time to dress...
