“Cassidy can leave you easily. I think it’s nothing for her to have been with you for so many years. Why do you have to guard such an affectionate woman? Why do you need her?”
The steak-slicing hand was slightly harder, and the more he talked to the back, each syllable of Elara became heavier, and his eyes were full of unwillingness to overflow.
Rowan’s tone was downplayed, and she shattered all her dissatisfaction caused by jealousy in one sentence: “It’s not that anyone is worthy to compare with her.”
Not worthy…
Elara gave a sudden movement. She chewed on these two words, her long hair fell, and the knives and forks in her hands were white because of the force.
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