I laughed, unbothered by her rudeness.
"You deliberately put it under my pillow. Of course I could see it."
That bikini with water stains on it, and the body-shaped outlines pressed out on the glass—there was no way to miss them.
The fresh red marks on Lily's neck were deliberately shown through the collar that was never properly buttoned.
She was coming to provoke me.
Compared to the previous seven mistresses, Lily was more high-profile. Pretty features, an innocent purity about her, plus the ambition in her eyes that she didn't bother to hide.
It looked very familiar.
Eight years ago when I first met Alex, I was just like this.
Fearless. Reckless. And in the end, like a moth flying into the flame.
Thinking of the past, my heart was full of sarcasm.
I reached out and patted the back of her hand, speaking earnestly: "For the sake of us both being women, and for the sake of you having a child, I'll give you one sincere piece of advice."
"If I were you, I wouldn't choose such sexy underwear."
"He likes you because he happens to be missing someone innocent by his side. If you want to show off sexiness, there are plenty of women sexier than you."