She is my wife

"Has she left yet?" Gerald asked, taking a sip of his liqueur. He was seated in front of the bar counter.

"Yes. I asked Nell to send her home," Barry answered, standing a few steps away from Gerald.

Gerald stared at the glass in his hand before drinking everything in it. The cup made a loud thud sound as it came in contact with the table.

"You seem to be losing your reasoning to pick a random woman who came to your doorstep to serve me," Gerald stared at Barry from the corner of his eyes. "Tell me Barry, do you need a break?" He asked.

Barry quickly shook his head, "No. It was a foolish mistake. We couldn't find Lily anywhere and since the girl was a virgin...."

"You thought it was safe to be with her. Because I once said, I've never had a virgin huh," Gerald cut him off with a sigh.

He poured himself another drink before turning his seat to face Barry.

"It's my fault," Barry hung his head low, his face was plastered with guilt.

"Why do you keep your head low? Want me to c