"You've got to be kidding me. You're a married woman, yet you hang out with Young Mr. Morrison every day? That's a terrible lie. We're not stupid."
Rosalind Lowell froze. 'So that's why Alaric Davenport was so angry. People would get the wrong idea if they saw me with Skylar Morrison? But there was hardly anyone else around.'
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue now that we've exposed your lie?"
"My husband is Alaric Davenport."
"Hahaha… Dav…" The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. SCREECH! "What? Alaric Davenport?"
Rosalind was thrown forward again, and she exploded in pain and anger. "Watch how you drive! If my husband finds out about this, you'll be digging your own graves!"
"Lady, don't try to scare us. How could the young master of the Davenport Family possibly have a wife? Since when? How could Young Mr. Morrison like a liar like you?"
Rosalind sneered. "Then why do you think I'm able to hang out with Young Mr. Morrison?"
