With a faint smile, Joey replied, "Mr. Adamson, that was your mother's decision, not mine."
Yet it would be the same if it were her decision.
Frederic's gaze lingered on her impassive face, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Joey, you're aware of the significance of whom I will bring to the anniversary gala. Why aren't you showing any jealousy?"
Her voice remained even, emotionless. "Mr. Adamson, I don't have the authority to question your decisions. My role is to please you in bed, nothing more. As for other matters, I have no right to comment, correct?"
Her words, gentle yet sharp, pierced Frederic's heart.
He remembered times when Joey had been visibly jealous. He yearned for that Joey, not this compliant, flawless version before him.
He stroked her hair softly. "Join me to try on
