Just a moment ago, the sweetness derived from the man's concern for her felt like a joke.
She knew full well this man had loved Bella Gordon for nearly twenty years. How could he change his heart just because of a marriage, a roll in the sheets?
Mia Rowen felt her heart contract painfully with each beat. There were ten thousand reasons she didn't want to listen, and yet, ten thousand more why she wanted to know what this man was truly thinking.
So, Mia Rowen stood still.
The voices from downstairs were still clearly audible.
"Just keep it to your thoughts, and you, you should get along with Mia and live your life properly!" Mrs. Sanders's voice carried a hint of a sigh and softened, "Don't think I'm unaware that you and Mia sleep in separate rooms. If you keep this up, don't blame me for not being polite!"
Morgan Sanders: "..."
"We don't sleep in separate rooms. This morning, we were still together..."
