...
Mandy Qamar's whole body tensed up, her eyes fixated on Yves King, unable to believe what he just said. Her best friend, one might say her only best friend, was actually his wife?
Seeing her distressed expression, Yves King couldn't help but give a bitter smile. "Mandy, sometimes, people just have to believe in fate."
No wonder, no wonder she felt so wrong earlier. So this was what was wrong. Mandy Qamar's eyes dimmed, staring deeply at Yves King with a mournful tone, "Yves, what… what should I do?"
If any other woman was Yves King's wife, she wouldn't care at all; she could sneak around and be with Yves King without any guilt. But this was Faye Owen. For Mandy, Faye was one of the few closest people she had left.
Also, if everyone was Yves King's lover, she would be jealous or play with them. But, Faye was Yves King's wife. For a moment, Mandy, who was always determined and sharp, fell into slight hesitation.