Jealousy burned in her chest like acid, scorching every breath she took. She barely managed to keep the emotion from twisting across her face. Lucia suddenly cleared her throat sharply. The sound sliced through their quiet warmth like a blade.
"Oh my," Lory blinked, feigning mild embarrassment. "I'm sorry for my negligence, Miss…?" Her expression was calm, her eyes politely curious.
Lucia's lips parted, her mask sliding smoothly back into place. "Viora. My name is Lucia Viora." She extended her hand to Zhao Li Xin; her smile was alluring and brimmed with intent. "We meet again, Mr. Zhao."
Lory wasn't blind; she knew exactly what Lucia was doing, trying to seduce her husband right in front of her. How bold… or perhaps just foolish. Did the woman even realize who she was provoking?
