DamienMy heart steadily stopped hurting. I sighed in relief when I could concentrate.“Oh, so who is the woman at the gate, then?” Samantha drawled, crossing her arms.I faced her with a glare. “How should I know? I've not seen the woman yet.”“Are you trying to say that she is not among your mistresses?” Samantha uttered with a sour expression.Her voice sounded strange. Is she jealous? No, no… Why would she be jealous of someone she never met?Samantha blinked non-stop, stammering as if she read my thoughts. “I’m not jealous. It was only a question.”“I don't enjoy being with many women, so I don't have any mistress. One headache is enough...