For a moment, she was at a loss for how to retaliate.
After all, no one outside knew she was Lucas's wife—at best, they assumed she was just some nameless plaything he kept.
A pang of regret hit her.
She had insisted on keeping their marriage secret—no wedding, no public announcements, no disturbances.
Now, she certainly had her peace, but others were setting their sights on her man.
Enough was enough!
"Miss Nathalie, I think you might be mistaken.
His kindness toward you is purely professional.
At most, he sees a faint resemblance between you and his late ex-wife, which is why his gaze might linger a little longer.
But I know Lucas—he wouldn't develop feelings for you just because you look like her."
The words rolled off her tongue so convincingly that she almost believed them herself.
A cold, mocking laugh echoed in her mind.
Seems I'm getting better at playing the dutiful wife, she thought wryly.
Now I'm even handling his trivial distractions.
