It was not his language. It was not his country. He wasn't even being allowed to do his job. Eventuallly he noticed the look in her eyes. Finally something familiar-- something that would move under his hands. Life got better. She didn't mind the wife and kids. She had been looking for a cul-de-sac relationship.
But he wanted all the I-love-you words. She tried . Repeating them, and they both started to believe. And now his guilt was absolved by the power of True Love. Soon persuaded of love, she was no longer content with stolen moments. He couldn't bear her desires fringing his life. Eventually he gave her a bottle of wine, pretended to cry, and told her that she deserved better. She let him think she believed his tears. It was better this way for everyone.