Behind me, Rhea Winslet ran out crying in a nightgown.
Justin held back his fury and then threw a diagnosis report at me.
"Rhea was diagnosed with a terminal illness abroad. She has less than three months left. I don’t trust anyone else to care for her except you."
"I promise, just three months. After one hundred days, you’ll still be the only lady of the Harlow Family."
"My only wife, in this lifetime."
He thought I was clueless about Rhea faking her illness.
Well, I didn’t bother to expose her either.
If he wanted a stage to perform, then I would play along until the very end.
Wiping away my unshed tears, I curved my lips into a faint smile.
"All right. I'll do that."
After a sleepless night, dawn broke. Justin finally coaxed Rhea into leaving the hospital and brought her home.
He smiled tenderly at her, speaking with gentle patience.
"This is the maid I personally arranged for you. You’re not used to being back in the country yet, so feel free to ask her for anything you need."
Her eyes lit up with a shy smile.
"Last night… I thought you two…"
"No. I didn’t do anything with Starlene. There’s only you."
"During the six years you were abroad, I remained single. Besides Starlene as a maid, there was no other woman around me. If you don’t believe me, feel free to check my phone anytime."
Then, he handed her his phone.
"The password is still the same as when we were together."
The two of them grew closer, their shoulders brushing, their gazes locking. Rhea’s cheeks flushed pink.
She quickly pressed a gentle kiss to Justin’s lips.
"I didn’t mean it like that. How could I ever not trust you?"
"I’m just worried that if you ever find someone you truly like, my presence will only get in the way…"
Justin smiled, his expression soft and affectionate as he gently rubbed the tip of her nose.
"You’re still such a cutie, even after all these years."
Rhea’s gaze shifted toward me, lingering as though she had something on her mind.
"Since you’re a maid, wouldn’t it be improper for you to stay in a second-floor bedroom?"
"Maids usually live on the first floor, don’t they? So, Starlene, please move your things. I have trouble sleeping and Justin doesn’t want anyone disturbing my rest."
My head snapped up at once.
The bedroom on the second floor was the wedding room I had painstakingly prepared for Justin and me.
I had moved in just two days before the ceremony and yet I hadn’t even slept there once.