Chapter 292 Rub Salt In The Wound

“Of course! Why should I not be content?” Natasha's laughter was radiant and joyful as she twirled on her tiptoes. “As long as I hold a place in his heart and he's willing to visit me occasionally, I'm content. After all... not everyone is as fortunate as you sisters to be held in such high regard by him.”
She stepped forward and gently kissed Wynter on the cheek before saying softly, “Dearest, let me call you that, all right? Please don't go whining and complaining to Huxley, okay? Give me a chance in life.”
Wynter felt pleased yet awkward at the other woman's sincerity and respect toward her, and she could only nod in response.