In the bedroom, where Cherish Turner waited quietly, she heard their loud noises, and one sentence, "Miss Cherish Turner, your future husband says you are the most beautiful when you are not dressed," made her blush instantly. As always serene and calm, she couldn't resist looking up, fearing they would ask some unexpected questions.
Cherish Turner moistened her lips, turned her head towards Hailey, and finally said, "Hailey."
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Hailey asked leisurely, seeing her shy expression of wanting to say something and then stopping, she clearly understood her struggle. It seemed that the bride-to-be couldn't stand her husband's hardship, and she was reaching her limit. But such a good opportunity, if missed, would never come again, she really didn't want to waste it.
Cherish Turner lowered her head, her voice was soft, she said wistfully, "William's oral expression is not very good."
"So what?" Hailey asked, pretending to be confused.
