#Chapter22
QUITE INTIMIDATING
Diane’s P.O.V.
I smiled awkwardly as the heat rose from the stomach to my face, making my cheeks suddenly warmed up. Marky was like his mother, Alma.
Couldn’t he remember last night that I didn’t want to share a room with Liam? Whose wife will do that?
There was something in me that was aggravated not because of what they thought about the two of us, but because I knew that it would never happen as much as I wanted to. In the end, I would just hope and assume for nothing. If I continue to nurture this odd feeling, I would only be hurt. Our social status was so much different, and it was so impossible for me to reach him—let alone for Liam to fall in love with someone like me.
/"Oh, is that so? Sorry, ma’am!/" He ended up scratching his head at my response. /"Well, it looks like you two were destined for each other./"
/"But I guessed, it’s the other way around./" I frankly denounced it.
