"You’re in your early thirties, Lily. Why are you trying to imitate those young girls, starving yourself just to lose weight? If bad things happen to your body, do you think I won’t worry myself to death?"
"I got it. You’re saying this because you don’t want to cause trouble for the store, right?"
"That’s just like you… always so considerate."
He fixed my collar with a distressed look on his face but was stunned when he raised his head.
"Lily, after the party, go and have this mole removed."
I was stunned. For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.
Simon noticed my confusion.
He spoke again, "There’s a new troublemaker in the office lately. She has a mole right in the same place as yours. Every time I see it, I think of her."
"I already have enough headaches at work, Lily. I don’t want to be reminded of those things once I get home. So, get rid of it."
He explained carefully.
Afraid that I would not believe him, Simon went on to emphasize the so-called misfortunes that had befallen Serena Yates.
His words were as nauseating as they were ridiculous.
Yet, when he mentioned her, the affection in his eyes poured out without restraint.
My heart twisted painfully.