Sheila laughed. “What are you talking about, Lucian? Aria is just a simple housewife. She could never be compared to such a revered and wonderful Healer as Dr. A.”
Lucian’s jaw clenched.
I stood frozen, unsure how to react. That Lucian had even thought to connect Dr. A and Aria felt like a kind of compliment, that he could see parts of the housewife Aria inside of the famous Healer. Maybe he could see the real me.
But then he shook his head a little, as if clearing it. “You’re right, Sheila. I was mistaken. My apologies, Dr. A.”
My heart sank once more. When I had been his dutiful housewife, he never showed me such high respect like this, speaking so formally and even bowing slightly at the perceived misunderstanding.
As if he had gravely insulted me by comparing me to his homemaker w
