Rosalind Lowell was taken aback by her tactic. 'Fine, I'll be the bad guy.' "You're leaving now?"
"You..." Jessica Sutton squeezed out a few more tears. "I've never been wronged like this before. You two young ladies, it's my fault for not taking good care of you. I'll pour you tea myself. Will that satisfy you? Can you please not make me leave?"
Rosalind Lowell's eyelid twitched. She eyed the water Jessica was bringing over, hesitating. Just as she was about to retaliate, her "props" arrived.
Alaric Davenport and Ethan Lockwood's cars pulled up one after the other right at that moment.
'She was good at acting; she just usually kept her performances and her real life completely separate.'
Seeing her cue, Rosalind Lowell quickly ran over and threw herself into his arms. To any outsider, it looked as though a brief separation had made their hearts grow fonder than newlyweds.
'She couldn't be too cold in front of so many people, after all.'
