Everyone was momentarily stunned—even Benjamin froze.
Only Amanda was smiling radiantly, gazing at Barry with a breathtaking allure.
Benjamin gave a small, satisfied smile. A woman of mine should have this kind of spirit. What even he hadn’t realized was that in his heart, he had already claimed Amanda as his own.
Barry’s cold, dark eyes were locked on Amanda in disbelief. He hadn’t expected her to actually slap him.
“Well, dear nephew,” Amanda began sweetly, “tell me, in what way do I lack the right to speak? I’m your uncle’s wife. My name stands beside his, and I bear his surname. So why wouldn’t I have the right?”
Her smile deepened, dazzling like a blooming rose, beautiful but laced with thorns sharp enough to pierce the soul.
Her fox-like eyes shimmered with veiled mist, making
