He Made Me His Mistress, I Married His Rival

Chapter 2

The morning mist hadn't cleared yet.

Spencer's car was waiting at the corner. He got out and took my suitcase.

"How did you sleep?"

"Not bad."

I got into the passenger seat. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out. A message from Ethan.

Ethan: It's 7:30. Take your stomach medication.

Ethan: The Grant family charity gala is tonight. Your gown has been delivered to the salon. Don't be late.

I put my phone on silent and tossed it into my bag.

Spencer started the car. "I've set up the new place. Take a look and see what else you need."

"Don't go to too much trouble. As long as it's livable."

"That won't do. Since you said yes to my proposal, I'm not going to let you settle for less."

The car pulled into a high-end flat in the city center.

When the door opened, sunlight filled the entire space.

No oppressive mahogany furniture like the Grant house. Everything was in warm cream tones.

Spencer handed me a set of keys. "This is your home. Change it however you like."

I took the keys.

At 5 p.m., in the VIP room of the top salon, Ethan stared at the dresses on the rack, each worth a fortune. The minutes ticked by. He called me. No answer.

Vivian walked in wearing another custom gown. "Ethan, Lila still isn't here. Did she get lost on the way?"

Ethan tossed his phone onto the sofa. "She's trying to test me."

"What about the gala? The media is waiting to see the Grant family together."

"Forget it." Ethan stood up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To bring back that ungrateful stray."

At 7 p.m., Spencer was cooking dinner in the kitchen. I stood beside him, washing the vegetables.

He took an apron printed with cartoon patterns and stepped behind me. "Raise your arms."

I did as he said. He tied the apron around my waist. "That looks good on you."

We exchanged a smile.

Downstairs, a Maybach was parked under the streetlight. Ethan sat in the driver's seat, the window rolled down. He looked up at the third-floor window, where the scene above was in plain view.

He pulled out his phone and called me again.

This time, I answered.

His voice was flat. "Had enough? The guests are here. Do you really want the entire Grant family to be a laughingstock because of you?"

I walked onto the balcony and looked down at his car.

"I already told you. I moved out. The Grant family gala has nothing to do with me."

He let out a cold laugh. "You think hiding in Spencer's apartment will make you a phoenix?

"Do you even know how high the Shaw family's standards are? He'll tie an apron for you today and throw you out tomorrow.

"You don't have to keep holding a grudge over Vivian. If you come down right now, I'll buy you a new cello."

"I don't want it."

"Don't push your luck."

I hung up.