"Alright, you're the boss. Riley Thompson, you're almost skin and bones, eat more, go to bed early, and take good care of yourself." Lily Shaw agreed with a doting gaze and helpless tone, then reminded Roy Thompson to take care of himself before hanging up the phone.
On the other end, Roy Thompson listened to Lily Shaw's concerned nagging, and suddenly felt that this winter in Aethel wasn't cold at all.
Eldest Young Master Grant had been quietly sitting to the side, listening to the sister and brother's conversation, with a flicker of jealousy occasionally in his eyes. His little wife's relationship with Roy Thompson was too good, so good that it made him feel like an outsider.
He was clearly Lily Shaw's legitimate husband, the man closest to her in their shared lifetime. The more Eldest Young Master Grant thought about it, the more he felt bittersweet.
