Graham Ford seemed completely unfazed by the situation, leisurely taking a cigarette from the pocket of his suit pants and lighting it.
The spreading smell of the cigarette made her uneasy.
Before she could figure out what was happening, the door opened.
Rouge Jarvis pushed the door open and saw Sue Rooney with disheveled clothes. Her eyes dodged briefly before returning to their relaxed state. Gigi smiled playfully, "Rouge, you're here."
It was sheer provocation.
Rouge's gaze fell on the exposed shoulder, softly instructing her companion, "It's chilly on autumn mornings, Miss Sue is pregnant, she absolutely can't catch a cold, go fetch her a coat."
The thoughtfulness in her words, the nobility in her eyes, every detail exuded Rouge Jarvis's unique charm and grace.
In this house, she was the mistress, every word and deed was impeccable.
The companion nodded, "Yes."
At this moment, Sue Rooney was more bewildered.
