Chapter 97 Sharing A Man?

• Lillian watched as Conrad's face softened into a doting smile, his voice warm and coaxing as he spoke to whoever was on the other end of the line. Judging by the high-pitched tone, it had to be some spoiled girl—who exactly, she didn't know.
• The tenderness and passion from last night now felt like a slap to her face.
• Lillian knew she should get up, pretend as if nothing had happened, and keep playing the fool. But she felt exhausted. When would this kind of life come to an end?