The Mistress Runs Away

hanged the subject.

“So, how is it going with the doctor at the clinic?”

“What?”

Although she anticipated it, Harriet sighed deeply at Rowena’s naïve reaction.

This was the reason why Harriet had always been curious about Rowena, despite the fact that Rowena was only two years younger than herself.
She looked so innocent and girlish that it was hard to believe she was the mother of a child…

“He seems to be interested in you, Rebecca.
Haven’t you felt it?”

Rowena only blinked instead of responding.

The question was unexpected.
Rowena forgot her words in embarrassment before shaking her head.

“Impossible! You must be mistaken, Harriet.
I’m a woman with a child.
I am a woman with a child, and I am not young anymore.
Dr.
Phillip, on the other hand, is younger than I am and single.”

Her smooth skin, which had once been glistening and cared for with rose water, was now rough from years of hard work, and the back of her hand, which had once been smooth and soft, was now chapped and no longer resembled its former self.

Harriet shook her head at the self-deprecating tone in Rowena’s voice.

“You’re only a year younger than me.
If I were to count the men who have shown an interest in you so far, I’d say that there’s more than what I can count on my ten fingers.
You know that.”

It was a fact, not an exaggeration.
Contrary to how her confidence had been shattered, Rowena, as Harriet had seen her, was already beautiful enough, to the point she could have remarried if she wanted to.

Some were quite rich among the men who had shown interest in Rebecca, and some were very handsome.