"W-wow," Adeline managed to say, blinking in surprise. "I don't even know what to say to that."
"Don't say anything," Lydia groaned, clutching her forehead. She felt a horrible headache coming in, just thinking about the events of that day. Even now, she was irritated by Weston's actions.
Weston intended to make a mistress out of a heiress. The audacity of this man! Who did he think he was? She was simply too beautiful, powerful, and wealthy to ever be a mistress. Lydia knew that much.
"I didn't think Weston would be that kind of man," Adeline softly admitted, slicing through the meat and taking another bite. She tried her hardest to not make a sound, despite how delicious the food was.
"Now I know where all of that pent-up anger goes," Lydia mumbled. She thought he'd be the gentle type in bed, but who knew he was so dominating and rough? She had never met someone as stubborn as her.
