Megan was positively fuming. Thank heavens this bastard wasn't Leopold's child. Otherwise, she would've made quick work of him.
"Honey, I love well-behaved kids, and I know our son will be just that," she said, caressing her slightly protruding belly.
Leopold didn't respond, yet Aurelia's grip on her fork tightened imperceptibly. In the game of love, whoever falls first loses. Between her and Leopold, she was the one who'd lost, but she'd never let him know, not in this lifetime.
Men are much more stonehearted than women.
He didn't want to let her go only because she was still young and pretty. When she got old and withered, he would kick her to the curb without a second thought.
Megan turned on the charm with Leopold. "Darling, could you please pass me the soup?"
Leopold frowned slightly, his face darkening, but he still patiently ladled soup for her.
Aurelia lost her appetite. Everything tasted so sour that she felt like she'd been kicked into a sea of lemons and soaked there for three days and nights, the sourness seeping into every pore.
After William and Skyler had their fill, she stood up. "Skyler, William, shall we go to our rooms?"
"Okay." They obediently rose and followed her out.
Aurelia didn't even glance at Leopold, nor did she say goodbye.
Leopold noticed his woman was mad, and he knew the consequences could be severe.
Megan, however, was in high spirits. The more Aurelia stewed, the happier she became because she was the winner.
After exiting the elevator, William headed to Skyler's room to play while Aurelia shut herself in her room, craving her solitude.
Leopold arrived with a steak, knowing she hadn't eaten much earlier.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped without warmth. "Why don't you go and stay with your wife?"
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