For three years, she thought that she had been used to his indifference and irony, but her heart... Why did it still hurt so much?

Nancy Moore looked at Sam Brown who was innocent, and felt sorry for him.

"Little Earthworm, wash your hands to have dinner!" Nancy Moore suppressed the sting in his heart with a soft sound.

Sam Brown's face turned to the gate, and he saw Francis Jones's tall figure standing there.

"Come on!" Nancy Moore saw Sam Brown stay still, and hurried again.

Sam Brown bit the chicken wing and stood up calmly to go to the bathroom.

Nancy Moore calmed down, turned and calmly faced Francis Jones's deep black eyes.

His handsome face was as cold as ice now, and his thin lips were in a straight line, extremely indifferent.

Because of his appearance, the villa, which was just warm up, was even colder!

"I made the steamed perch you like." Nancy Moore said calmly.

"Come in!" Francis Jones didn't respond, but turned around, looking softly at the woman behind him.

Nancy Moore was indifferent. In the past three years, he often brought different women back, and she had learned to sit idly by.

"Nancy, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Lucy Miller appeared at the gate wearing an elegant white dress. She naturally put her hands on Francis Jones's arm, smiling gently.

Hearing this voice, Nancy Moore shook, and her heart seemed to be torn apart. This pain gradually spread to her whole body.

Lucy Miller, her half-sister, Francis Jones's all-time lover!

Nancy Moore did not expect that tonight, the woman Francis Jones brought back would be Lucy Miller!

Lucy Miller deliberately tilted her head and leaned on Francis Jones's shoulder, smiling softly and tenderly. "Nancy doesn't seem to welcome me."

Francis Jones twitched a sarcastic smile. His deep eyes stared at Nancy Moore with a bitter chill.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to come back." Nancy Moore narrowed her eyes, revealing a slight arc.

"Time for dinner." Francis Jones said in a deep voice.

Nancy Moore raised her eyebrows, gave a cold glance at Lucy Miller, and said politely, "I didn't prepare for an extra visitor."

"Then she takes yours." Francis Jones interrupted Nancy Moore coldly.

Lucy Miller sneered slightly, and her eyes showed her pride that could not be concealed. With a dignified smile, she held Francis Jones and sat down at the table.

Sam Brown's tall figure was hidden in the dark, and he looked sternly at the situation in the restaurant.

When Nancy Moore invited him to have dinner tonight, he felt her smile was sly, but he didn't expect that his sister June Taylor allowed her to pit him.

At this dinner, not only did Nancy Moore's husband attend, the angelic bitch also presented.

How could he eat in such situation?

Nancy Moore said to Lucy Miller seriously, "That's my seat."

Lucy Miller looked at Francis Jones anxiously, "Francis, Nancy is not happy. I think you'd better send me back."

"Where can't you sit?" Francis Jones glanced at Nancy Moore indifferently. "Lucy is my guest. Just let her sit here."

Lucy Miller looked at Nancy Moore gleefully, and did not mean to stand up to give way.

"I will never let you take my place." Nancy Moore said puns, showing a firm attitude.

Hearing that, Francis Jones could not help changing his expression into indifference, staring coldly at Nancy Moore with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

"Your position was stolen from Lucy. It never belongs to you!" Francis Jones's words, like a sharp arrow, pierced Nancy Moore's heart.

She only felt a choking pain in her chest, her body trembling with grief and anger...

She looked angrily at the two people at the table, clenched her fists, raised her proud head, and said coldly, "Since I have already taken it away, now it is mine!"

As his legal wife, Nancy Moore didn't allow herself to leave lonely, nor could she tolerate Lucy Miller occupying her title of Mrs. Jones and accompanying her husband to eat what she prepared carefully.

"Nancy Moore!" Francis Jones gritted his teeth and called out her name.

"You are not qualified to eat the food I cook!" Nancy Moore smiled. And this smile was also mixed with contempt that made Lucy Miller feel helpless.

As soon as the words fell, she came forward gracefully and calmly, holding a corner of the tablecloth, and threw it vigorously.