Chapter 34

Christine had a pair of beautiful, almond-shaped eyes that leaned toward the seductive side. Even at 40, she looked barely 30—a classic, elegant beauty. Seeing her long-absent niece, Christine lit up. "When did you get here?" Autumn replied, "I arrived when you were talking about giving Emilia her birthday present." Christine didn't respond. Autumn kept her eyes fixed on her, her gaze sharp as a line drawn in ink. "Last month was my birthday. Do you remember, Christine?" Meeting Autumn's quiet, distant gaze, Christine's expression faltered for a moment. "I was just too busy…" Autumn said, "If you really considered it important, no matter how busy you were, you'd remember. Just like me—I remember your birthday." Christine's expression turned cold. "Autumn, what are you trying to say? Are you blaming me?" Looking at her changed expression, Autumn suddenly realized—she was jealous. She hadn't felt jealous even when Damien was with Emilia. She had simply accepted it and stepped a