Lila looked scornfully at the aggravated woman who had just been helped by her husband from falling off the stairs.

“You shouldn't have done that, Derrick!” She scolded sneeringly as if she cared, with a surge of pity on her face, while her heart flushed with a smile, seeing Cynthia's face gripped with fear.

“How could you do that to my wife, Derrick!” Grey yelled, but his tone instantly turned low, forcing a faint smile on his face when the woman he can't fail to admire moved closer.

“Hey, Cynthia, are you hurt?” She demanded softly, her tone laced with concern, while she swirled her hands and rolled her hands...