She leaned into Tristan Lowell's embrace, her body nestling against him.
The warm, soft lights in the living room enveloped the few people gathered, who sat together, chatting and laughing.
Fiona Lynch felt uncomfortable, turning her head away, her lips curling slightly in disdain.
Her gaze coldly swept over Yvonne Cheney's smiling face.
Tristan had told her that he and Yvonne were just partners in life.
It was a certain late night when Tristan Lowell held her, his fingertips gently stroking her hair, whispering in her ear.
"You are the one closest to my heart. The others are merely in name only."
The only one truly cherished in his heart was her.
She always thought that as long as she behaved well, one day she would rightfully stand by his side.
No wonder Yvonne was acting so diligently.
After all, what was lacking was just the title.
She glanced sideways at Yvonne, who picked up a teacup with a gentle smile.
