"Ms. Thorne, I'm here for business. And you don't need to warn me about anything. The person you should be warning is Nelson. He's the one who won't leave me alone."
Lydia didn't get angry at the remark. She just lightly rested a hand on her stomach. "Should I thank you for being a free outlet for my husband's pent-up frustration?"
Juniper felt as if she had been slapped twice in the face. Everyone said she was the one clinging to Nelson, that she was shameless, that she had no dignity.
Then she might as well play the part of a shameless, cheap woman.
Her tone remained calm. "Nelson is actually quite attentive in that department. Very gentle. I wouldn't call it frustration."
Lydia's poised facade finally cracked. A wave of sheer fury washed over her.
Their exchange was kept low enough that only the two of them could hear; the security guard was several feet away.
She felt her chest tighten with burning jealousy.
Was it true?
Was Nelson really gentle in bed?
She couldn't picture it.
What she could recall was the way he had held Juniper in the elevator, not forgetting to cradle her head.
He looked gentle, completely different from the impatience he usually displayed.
Her forced composure was practically crumbling. She turned around slowly. "Well, going out to find other women costs money. But you're different, Juniper. You want his heart, and Nelson has already given that to me. It's something you will never get. There's no point in talking further. I'm done here."
She walked toward the inner lobby. Seeing her, the guard respectfully called out, "Ms. Thorne."
Worried that Juniper might actually know her, he asked, "Is she a friend of yours, Ms. Thorne?"
Lydia smiled. "I don't know her."
The guard let out a breath of relief. "Take care, Ms. Thorne."
Lydia walked straight in and took the private executive elevator. It was obvious Nelson had given her an exclusive access card.
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