Chapter 17 Was She Imagining Things?
- "Elena, Ethan won't take me to the mall." Eve went back into the house, devasted.
- "Oh, no. That's so sad, Madam." Elena sat her down on a couch in the living room. "It's alright, wipe off that sad look on your face. It must be that Young Master has something important to take care of."
- But wasn't Eve his wife? Hadn't they agreed that he would prioritize her over everything else?