Before she could finish, Samuel cut her off sharply.
"No."
Rhian and I exchanged a bewildered glance.
Oh, we understood now.
He thought using any of the others would be disrespectful to his beloved.
'Tsk. Truly devoted.'
That night, Samuel soaked in an ice bath until he finally recovered.
Meanwhile, Rhian and I went back to our rooms, happily counting the savings we had stashed away over the years and daydreaming about our new futures.
We slept soundly and peacefully.
...
The next morning, we came downstairs early with our suitcases.
What greeted us, however, was Samuel standing in front of the door.
He took two blood test reports from his assistant and tossed them at our feet, his expression dark and icy.
"Neither of you is pregnant. Yet you dared to team up and lie to me."
So that was why we had slept so well.
Good grief. He played dirty.
A Northeastern girl's temper is blunt.
Rhian stiffened her neck and snapped, "So what? We just don't want to have your kid!"
The Grant family was one of the most influential in Harbor City.
Yet here they were, being rejected by two mistresses.
Evelyn's expression turned frosty.
"Sam, if they don't appreciate the opportunity, then forget it. There are still sixteen girls left, aren't there? You've been too busy all these years to have children. As long as you keep putting in the effort, eventually someone will get pregnant."
At Evelyn's words, Samuel let out a cold laugh.
"What a joke. No woman has ever dared reject me. Do you want our family to become a joke to everyone?"
Then, he turned to Rhian and me and said, "You don't want to give birth? Fine. Then I'll choose between the two of you specifically."
Because he had drenched himself in cold water the night before to suppress the drug's effects forcefully, the doctor said he had damaged himself badly. He needed at least a week of rest before he could have sex again, or he risked permanent dysfunction.
Before leaving, Samuel threw one last freezing warning over his shoulder.
"Then wait one week. Don't even think about running. I'll drag you back no matter where you go."
The other mistresses were all displeased. None of them seemed like his mysterious beloved, and it was impossible to tell who she really was.
It could be because, this time, they no longer had to fight over the same man.
A moment later, Rhian burst into my room without knocking, slapping her thigh in frustration.