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But, what is she? What right does she have to feel pain, to hurt?
Perhaps, to him, she is nothing more than a mistress whom he supports financially. What vanity or freedom can she even speak of?
Still, mistresses are usually given a generous monthly allowance. What about her? At best, she’s given a place to live and food to eat!
Thinking about it makes her feel undervalued.
“Lady,” Mrs. Noelle approached as Emily sat pensive by the poolside lounge chair.”lt’s time for breakfast.’
The warm smile of Mrs. Noelle was a comfort to her, akin to a gentle appeasement of a mother to her child-irresistible to behold.
Looking at her, Emily’s mood lifted significantly.
She hadn’t eaten since last night and felt rather hungry. There was no need to starve herself over a man!
From now on, she decided to clearly define some things!
She is just a mistress kept by Baron Stuart! So, she needed to maintain some “ownership” that a mistress should enjoy!
She got up and walked briskly towards the living room. She didn’t see Baron Stuart around and paused with blankness.
Mrs. Noelle, seeming to perceive her confusion, gently smiled, “The Young
Master has stepped out; he has some business to attend.”
At these words, Emily pursed her lips, lowered her eyelids, apparently incapable of discussing her ‘rights as a mistress’ with him for the day!
She turned and walked towards the kitchen, ready to enjoy the breakfast that Mrs. Noelle had prepared for her early in the morning!
After breakfast, Emily had nothing to do. It was near autumn, and yet the weather was unusually hot. She wondered if this was the so-called ‘Indian summer’!
Although it was more comfortable to stay indoors, staying in all day made her feel undeniably stuffy.
So, after lunch, Emily went to the poolside of the backyard, looking at the crystal-clear pool water sparkling under the sunlight; she had a sudden impulse to see what it felt like to immerse herself in water.
On such a hot day, wouldn’t it be refreshing to stay in the cool swimming pool?
But, she did not know how to swim…
Then, how about sitting by the swimming pool and dipping her feet in?
Having this thought, she decided to give it a try. It’s just a matter of dipping her feet into the water; it shouldn’t be a problem.
Saying that, with a heart full of curiosity, Emily rose from the leisure lounge chair, walked to the poolside and sat down.
She carefully put her bare feet into the water, and instantly a cold, refreshing feeling overwhelmed her, prompting her to close her eyes and take in the sensation.
Indeed… it’s quite pleasant…
Basking in the sun while soaking in the icy pool water, this feeling was extremely comfortable.
Opening her eyes, Emily looked at her feet. She couldn’t help but think that if she could immerse her whole body into the water, it would be awesome.
Too bad she didn’t know how to swim.
Thinking about this, Emily pursed her lips and disappointingly felt a little down.
Lowering her head, her gaze unintentionally fell on the platinum ring on her chest. Emily’s expression froze momentarily.
She had finally managed to put that man out of her mind for a while, yet anytime she saw anything related to him, his strikingly handsome face would inadvertently appear in her thoughts.
After all, she was just a mistress he supported financially.. Yet, why did he give her his platinum ring, even forcing her to wear it and prohibiting her from taking it off at will?