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Chapter 72

Trying to compose myself, I am gripping Marcov's arm. The two came to us while holding their own glasses of wine.

“Hi,” she greeted me.

I smiled without showing my teeth. I think she's playing nice to me, but she's scheming something inside her head.

“Marcov, why don't you ask Lita to assist them? They might want to have some food. Lita’s pasta is the best,” I suggested.

“Right. Lita, help Kalvis and Marga—"I elbowed him. I hate him calling that woman by the name he summed up last time. “I mean Margarette.”

“Sure, Sir Marcov. Sir Kalvis, let us come this way.”

I guess that Margarette noticed that I didn't want to see her in front of me.

“She's not calling me maid anymore. Who told her that I am not a maid?”

“Baby, she's trying to be nice.”

“Are you siding with that woman? Well, they are not married yet. You can still jump in the middle and tell your son to give way and let you marry that woman,” I whispered.

My blood is really boiling if I always see that Margarette. She insulted
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