At this point, we no longer had an employer-employee relationship or a romantic relationship. At best, we could only be considered former bed partners.
"Diana! Don’t cross the line!" he snapped.
He probably assumed that his mother would renew the employment contract with me and that I loved him so humbly, like dust, which gave him the arrogance to remind me of my "place."
Evelyn tugged at his sleeve with a pitiful expression, but her eyes were full of provocation as she looked at me. "Vincent, your maid is so fierce. She seems to dislike me so much. You shouldn’t trouble her anymore. It’s my fault for being willful and arguing with Mom and Dad, sneaking out in the middle of the night. If they knew I got caught in the rain, they’d be so heartbroken…"
If I didn’t already know that Evelyn was just a parasitic bird stealing the magpie’s nest, I might not have caught the deeper meaning behind her words.
She kept calling me "maid," over and over, relentlessly reminding me of my status and Vincent didn’t bother to correct her.
I met her gaze with a smile, wondering how she would react if she lost her cherished position as the "true heiress" she thought she had secured.