Oliver moved his lips but did not know how to defend himself. George got up, saying, "I'm going to work."

With that, he walked out of the dining room to take the jacket from the maid and walked away without looking back.

It was so embarrassing. Abigail could not pretend that nothing had happened and thus fled back to her bedroom.

When Abigail was leaving for work, Oliver was still sitting on the sofa with an angry expression. She ignored it and walked straight out of the house.

...

George's car pulled up below Sophie Lawrence's studio.

Sophie's studio was City A's best psychological counseling room, whose clients were basically people from the upper class. Due to the well-done confidentiality work of this place, the patients did not have to worry about the revelation of their privacy at all.

George was a VIP of the studio. Who would have thought that such a superior, promising young man to be a patient here?

Upon seeing George, the receptionist smiled warmly and called Sophie.

Soon, Sophie, wearing a white coat and wavy hair, showed up and led the man upstairs to the chatting room.

"Tell me, what brings you here today?" Sophie invited George to sit in his usual spot, flipped the fluffy hair before her forehead, and then pulled the man's records out of the filing cabinet.

George pinched the place between his brows wearily, with faint bruises under his eyes from insomnia, and looked at Sophie seriously after a moment. "I..."

Feeling embarrassed about what he was going to say in front of a woman, he tilted his head to one side before continuing, "I'm feeling it..."

Sophie widened her eyes in surprise. "Are you saying that your private parts began to feel it?"

While speaking, she moved her eyes downward...

George frowned and cast a cold glance at the woman.

"Ahem... "Sophie quickly took her eyes off the man, cleared her throat awkwardly, and sat down on the single couch across George with a serious expression. "Be more specific, please."

"A week ago, my grandfather drugged in the milk and..." said George, clasping his hands.

Sophie carefully took notes. When the man paused, she looked up and asked, "Did you have sex that night?"

"I did." George furrowed his brows.

At the thought of that night's images, he impulsively clenched his fists, the look in his eyes darkening.

He initially thought he would not have sexual desire for any woman other than Tina.

Sophie lifted her eyes and asked solemnly, "What's the name of that kind of drug?"

The medicine that Oliver got must be something extraordinary.

With his jaw tightened up, George kept silent.

As the man did not answer her, Sophie had to skip the question and moved to the next. "With whom then?"

"Abigail." George squeezed out the name through his teeth, and the fire deep inside was jumping out of his chest. With what had happened that night flashing across his mind like a film, the killing intent in his eyes intensified.

Sophie was shocked by the murderous aura the man was giving off and wondered why his hatred was so deep. When she came back to her senses, she asked, "Abigail? Your wife?"

She was aware of how much George hated his wife.

However, as a strong-willed man, how could he have sexual desire against a woman he had hated so much?

Sophie frowned tightly, felt that there was a glimmer of hope before their eyes, and could not conceal the excitement in her voice. "Please tell every detail about what..."

Before she could finish her words, the frosty look in George's eyes scared her to become speechless.

Sophie shuddered, twitched the corners of her mouth awkwardly to lighten the mood, and then explained, "I didn't mean to pry into your private life. You know, I'm a professional. But without knowing the details, I can't draw any conclusion. If you really don't want to talk about it, I'll rephrase the question. Do you have the desire for any other woman besides that woman?"