Mistress
“Cats and dogs?”
Miranda glared furiously at Mark.
Amanda, on the other hand, thought her son’s words were spot on. Miranda knew full well that Benjamin was married, yet she still brazenly threw herself at him—eager to be the mistress.
Miranda’s expression darkened considerably. Her bright eyes flickered with barely suppressed rage, but she forced a gentle smile as she looked at Mark. “Mark, so you can speak?”
In other words—So you’re not mute after all?
Amanda suddenly recalled something she’d heard before: after a certain Miss Lowe visited Mark, he didn’t eat for three days.
Could this be that Miss Lowe?
Her eyes turned cold as she stared at Miranda, her gaze filled with shadows.
Mark’s little face mirrored his mother’s coldness. “Bad woman. Get out!”
He was furious—ab
