Lily’s face fell, but she soon snorted. “Now, now—you’re wrong there, doc. I’m not the same as you.
“You see, I am going to be Dylan’s official wife… while you? You’re just going to be paid some money and told to leave.”
I had to lower my eyes to hide my worry.
She was right—in my last life, it had been a maid who entered John’s study, and she was paid off before being told to leave.
However, one thing separated me from that maid—I was very fertile, which was the reason why I was arranged to marry Dylan in one swift stroke.
Looking pointedly at Lily’s maid uniform, I shrugged. “Just watch your back, Ms. Bright.”
That was when Dylan stepped out of his room, putting his arm around Lily’s shoulders as he asked tenderly, “Are you alright? Why don’t you rest a little more?”
Lily lowered her head shyly. “I still have work to do. I can’t goof off for too long.”
Then, she looked up at me pointedly, “I’m not Dr. Jones, after all. She gets too much free time.”
Dylan snorted coolly. “She’s just the family doctor. Be a good girl now—didn’t I tell you that I’d be taking responsibility?”
His eyes were cold as he turned toward me. “I guess you know your place, telling Levi to get Lily instead. Even then, quit coveting what you’d never have.”
“Yeah,” I replied very quietly, as his words sliced through my heart like a blade.
So he always knew that I loved him.
