Spring Spencer quietly looked at Ava Harlow, her eyes flickered slightly, and she pressed her lips, but in the end, she said nothing.
She stood up, spread her arms wide, and twirled in front of Ava Harlow, smiling as she asked, "Mom, how does my outfit look?"
Ava Harlow smiled at her, nodded, "Pretty good, very nice."
But her gaze seemed unfocused, as if she were looking through Spring Spencer into some distant place, or perhaps she was looking at Spring Spencer and reminiscing about someone else.
Spring Spencer sighed inwardly, slowly sat down beside Ava Harlow, and softly reminded her, "Mom, Dad is not someone who tolerates others. Although he has many women, he won't allow his women to have other men in their hearts."
Ava Harlow suddenly snapped back to reality, shivering involuntarily.
The wistful expression faded from the corners of her eyes and brows, and she returned to being the poised second mistress, more stylish than many wives of the nobility.
