Chapter 328. Serious Convo

Chantel Aeden Revia

I sigh, wondering why I feel any sympathy for her. Being unpleasant isn't justified, but it does offer some perspective.

"I still don't like her. She wants my husband; I can't possibly like her," I say, my voice trailing off.

Lenore agrees with a nod, adding, "Oh, definitely. She's here to be his mistress, but don't you worry, ma'am. Every time I've seen his highness with her, he was gawking at you. He doesn't want her."

I glance at the older lady, momentarily forgetting about my knife and vegetables. Madam Eira chuckles as she takes it from my hands, and I lean on the counter, focusing on Lenore.

"Go on," I encourage, noticing other servants beginning to eavesdrop on our conversation. Lenore smirks, clearly relishing the attention, "Well, once she tried to hold his hand, and he told her not to. She then wrapped her arm around his, and he said, and I quote, &#