"Can't we come?" Ruth Upperton said sarcastically, "This is our home!"
"Ruth, she's welcoming us, what are you making of it?" Jeffery Johnsons was displeased with his wife's wanton distortion.
Ruth Upperton was relentless, pushing him, "Get out of the way and take the servants to tidy up the rooms we'll be staying in."
Jeffery Johnsons sighed, walked towards indoors with the servants' support.
As he was leaving, he gave Isabella Lindsey a look, as if to say, kid, be careful.
And Isabella Lindsey understood his goodwill, nodding slightly.
Seeing them "flirting" like this, Ruth Upperton was furious, "You little wild girl, how dare you seduce my husband in front of me? Aren't you ashamed?"
"I'm not into that kind of thing." Isabella Lindsey replied coldly.
"Then why are you staring at my husband all the time?" Ruth Upperton's tone was arrogant.
"Reciprocity." Isabella Lindsey easily deflected.
"Stubborn little wild girl!"
