A knock on the door drew my attention again. A beautiful woman, tall with fair skin and soft makeup, entered carrying a basket of fruits. Behind her was a woman the same age as my grandmother, but her appearance was more striking and attention-grabbing. Especially her bright red lips. "Are we interrupting?" The voice sounded friendly. I looked at her, and her gaze didn't seem too friendly towards me. "Oh, Phoebe. No, dear, you're not interrupting at all. Flavia just woke up," my grandmother answered the question. Phoebe? Is she the Phoebe, the one who sees me as her rival? But rival in what? She's clearly beautiful. What does she have to compete with me for? "It's just a little something. Sorry for arriving so late," she said, still with a friendly tone. Her gaze shifted to my right side, and the handsome man just nodded, accepting the gift with a murmured thank you and placing it on the nightstand. Does that woman like the handsome man? So who is he really? I don't even know his
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