"He looks a lot like me and Yosef, white and delicate, very cute."
I frowned at it and almost laughed out loud.
His skin wasn't white or delicate, and he hadn't even opened eyes, which looked like a woolen figure.
Seeing that I was not provoked, Rachel didn't feel awkward at all, and calmly took back the phone. "Avery, when I was working with you before, I thought you were very dominant. But now no matter how dominant you are, it doesn't matter."
She shook the ring on her ring finger. "If you can't hold your husband's heart, you have to accept defeat."
The huge diamond made my eyes a little dazed. I raised my right hand calmly and rubbed my eyes, and the big diamond ring on my index finger was properly exposed.
Rachel was stunned.
My ring was the same brand as hers, but mine was twice the size of the one on her hand.
"You did it on purpose." Rachel bit her red lips very hard, and glared at me angrily.
I laughed, how could I did that on purpose?
It was showing off rings, which was very common to have the same style as others. But whoever's diamond smaller would be embarrassed.
"What are you so proud of?" Rachel remembered something, and when she looked at me again, she was more confident. "Yosef will divorce you soon, and then I will be the real Mrs. Gilbert."
So funny. Mrs. Gilbert? Did she really think Yosef was a wealthy bachelor?
I nodded and said "oh" lightly, then elegantly started to taste my coffee.
In less than five minutes, Rachel could no longer sit still, and her gaze at me changed again and again.
"Avery." She gritted her teeth. "What on earth are you so proud of? Yosef is about to divorce you, and why are you still so calm?"
I raised my eyelids and glanced at her as a silent provocation.
Seeing that she didn't irritate me, Rachel picked up her bag and left angrily.
Before leaving, she did not forget to show off how much Yosef doted on her and bought her piles of luxury goods.
After all, she was young and had a low educational background. These were bought for her by Yosef with the common property of us during marriage. Without my consent, and I had the right to take them back.
Thinking of Rachel's taste, I couldn't help but sigh.
When I returned to my residence in the evening, Yosef's mother Camila called me. Before I could say anything, she started scolding me.
I took my phone away, gave a few greetings, pretended that there was no signal, and then hung up.