Chapter 83
Marina tilted her head, fixing her gaze on Chantelle. It was clear that she wouldn't let Chantelle off until she gave a proper answer to the barbed question from earlier.
Marina was being relentless.
Chantelle felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Here she was, in Gavin's house without him, and she was being cornered by the venomous old woman who could crush her as easily as an ant.
She tightened her fingers beneath the table, though a faint, polite smile appeared on her face.
"Mrs. Farrell Senior, I think it depends on the people involved. If two people have reached the end of the line, there's no point in holding on."
Marina's eyes narrowed as she stared right at her. "I wasn't talking about marriage. Why did you even think of that? Unless the man you like… Is he married?"
Chantelle drew a deep breath. The old woman was thinking that, yet pretended she didn't know what was going on.
Chantelle's smile faded. "Mrs. Farrell Senior, whoever I like is my own business and my privacy. M

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