My Mistress Became My Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 18

Lily left without even sparing me a glance, as if fleeing, and Harold’s eyes narrowed. His gaze, tangled with dissatisfaction, followed the trail Lily had left behind.

I never imagined Lily would be at Earl Stacy’s Mansion, so I was slightly startled by our sudden reunion—but I had no intention of acknowledging her. If it became known that we were acquainted, it would put Lily in an awkward position—and Harold himself would be just as troubled.

Perhaps Lily had ignored me for the same reason, but even so, it left a sour taste in my mouth. She could have at least nodded in greeting, yet she’d bolted off as if she’d seen a ghost. Annoyed by this, Harold twisted his lips.

If Kennedy hadn’t been holding onto his arm, Harold would have chased after Lily. He would have grabbed her small shoulders and asked why she was ignoring him.

It was a ridiculous thought. It was absurd that he, who had also ignored Lily, would ask such a question—but he was still curious about how she might react. He regretted not being able to see it for himself.

“I’m sorry, Marquis.”

Harold, still stubbornly tracking Lily’s path with regretful longing, turned his head when he heard a voice so faint it sounded as if it might shatter.

Tears had gathered in Kennedy’s large eyes. Seeing the glistening droplets reminded him briefly of Lily sobbing uncontrollably, drunk on wine.

“You must have been quite startled by the sudden situation. I’m truly sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Although the situation had indeed been unexpected and surprising, it wasn’t Kennedy’s fault. His surprise was solely because of Lily.

Actually, the fact that he’d met Lily again at the Stacy estate was also part of what startled him—so perhaps it was somewhat connected to Kennedy Stacy after all.

More than that, Harold was curious about who had summoned Liliana Benjamin here and for what reason. According to his expectations, her presence at the Stacy estate made no sense whatsoever.

Lily’s relationship with Kennedy was equally puzzling. Judging solely by Kennedy’s reaction, they seemed like friends—but given how Lily had drawn a clear line, as if telling Kennedy not to act overly familiar, it was hard to say for sure.

“You seemed acquainted with the lady you just met. You called her name quite familiarly.”

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