“Well, well, if it isn’t the little maid. Since you’re here, come in. Don’t freeze yourself and run crying to Old Master again,” a mocking voice quipped from within.
My nails dug painfully into my palms, but I swallowed my pride. For Grandpa Carlos’s sake, I forced myself to step inside.
The wave of warmth from the central heater hit me, momentarily stealing my breath. I did my best to maintain my composure, offering a polite greeting to Jameson’s parents.
“Mom, Dad, Happy New Year—”
Before I could finish, Jameson rushed over and yanked my hand hard.
“Lauren, don’t call them that! Yvette might misunderstand,” he said sharply.
The pain in my wrist made me gasp. I stared at the man who had just hours ago knelt before his gravely ill grandfather, promising to announce me as his fiancée and treat me well. Now, he was hurting me just to avoid upsetting another woman.
Yvette blinked in surprise before her eyes reddened with tears. She turned to Jameson’s parents, her voice trembling.
“Uncle, Aunt, I guess James was lying to me. So Lauren is already your daughter-in-law? If that’s the case, what am I doing here, being a nuisance?”