Satisfied with flaunting her charms, she drained her glass and turned to leave.
"You see? Emma Jones still hasn't given up on Martin. I doubt Gloria Smith will have an easy time in the future," someone whispered.
Yes, but this time, I'd love to see how long they can keep dancing.
2
After the banquet, Martin called me over, his children standing beside him.
"Gloria, this is my son Andy Green and my daughter Angela Green. From now on, they're your responsibility, and the household matters are yours to manage."
In my previous life, I took over the household, supervised his son's studies, and disciplined his daughter's early romances, yet I never earned a word of praise. Too afraid to spend his money, I neglected myself and turned into little more than an unpaid housekeeper, working myself into illness.
"Martin, I'm only eight years older than them. I'm still a child myself. How could I possibly manage such a large household?"
He frowned deeply at my words.
"Then what can you do?"
I gently held his hand, softly saying.
"I'm still so young. I don't think I'm capable of handling such a big family. How about giving me some money so I can go study and improve myself?"