Vivian led Amelia away, but after taking a few steps, she casually nced back at L, who was sitting alone.


    "Sorry, but it''s not my fault that Pierre likes you. You''re just too pretty," she


    thought.


    Amelia looked at Vivian-the friend she had grown up with, only to part wayster because of differing values. She said, "Can you hurry up?"


    Vivian feigned innocence. "Amelia, why are you so upset with me?"


    "You know what you did."


    Vivian shrugged innocently. "I only have a few men. Is that really such a big deal in this circle?"


    Amelia frowned. "You stole someone else''s boyfriend. Do you really think I don''t know?"


    "Amelia." Vivian sighed. "If I could steal him, he wasn''t worth having. I''m actually doing that woman a favor, aren''t I?"


    Amelia frowned, uninterested in arguing with her.


    Meanwhile, L had just sat down when she bent down to sniff the wine. She then looked up and froze in ce. Pierre was standing not far away, staring at her with a cold, sinister gaze.


    A chill ran down her spine. She quickly stood up as he walked toward her, intending to find Kieran, but her path was blocked.


    Pierre smirked, "Don''t be so resistant. I mean you no harm, Ms. Hart."


    He offered her the drink in his hand. "Try it. It''s a special wine I''ve kept for years."


    She frowned. She certainly didn''t dare to touch it.


    She didn''t take the ss, but he wasn''t angry. Instead, he smiled and set it down beside her. "Don''t be so wary of me. The reason I approached you today is to apologize.


    "What happened before was impulsive on my part, but now you''re Mr. Morgan''s fiancée. What else could I do?"


    L narrowed her eyes, her tone icy. "Terry said the same thing, but you didn''t react like this. You''re a wolf in sheep''s clothing."


    "Fine. Insult me all you want, but why insult yourself, too?"


    Pierrezily sat beside her, took a sip from his own ss, and then picked up the one he had offered L. He the liquid inside and then a big gulp.


    "Ms. Hart, how about we be friends?" His actions seemed to prove he wasn''t nning anything drastic.


    She looked at him, lips slightly pressed together. "I''m not interested. I have things


    to attend to. Excuse me."


    Just then, a light


    chuckle came from


    behind. "I heard from Shannon that your parents were once friends of the Morgan family, which is why they adopted you. From adopted daughter to the mistress of the Morgan family. That''s quite the transformation."


    L stopped in her tracks.


    Pierre walked up to her. "Don''t be nervous. I''m just wondering where I fell shortpared to Mr. Morgan."


    He extended the wine ss Vivian had brought over. Seeing that she didn''t take


    it, he chuckled. "Do you want me to put it in your hand personally?"


    L wasn''t sure what he wanted, but the memory of his unintentional touchst time made her uneasy. She quickly took the drink and stepped back, but her gaze remained confused.


    Was Pierreparing himself to Kieran? What possibleparison could there


    be?


    It seemed like he saw the question in her eyes. His gaze darkened, making her skin crawl.


    "I really like you, but you have no interest in me. It can''t be helped," he said with a shrug, his face still showing a hint of regret.


    L felt even more disgusted.


    "Even so, there''s something I want to tell you. Seeing the Morgan family hiding things from you, it''s really..."


    She furrowed her brows. "Are you trying to sow discord between me and the Morgan family? Don''t you think that''s pointless?"


    "They''ve raised you for many years, but have you ever wondered why they did that?"


    As her gaze turned even colder, Pierre took a step closer and lowered his voice.