We no longer discussed Dexton, and Mr. Levy never answered my question, so I still feel bad about myself and suspect his every move on me.
Apart from Mr. Levy, my meeting with Dexton raised many questions. Was it true that I didn't want him to be my mate? Yes, it was true. However, I felt devastated hearing the news from Ophelie about their marriage because it made me feel so worthless. How could the people who destroyed my mental state live happily while I was still at the same point—depressed and still the same as before. In fact, it was even worse.
And was I still Mr. Levy's prostitute? If I said no, he sometimes came to my room with a nervous expression as if he wanted to say that his cock needed my puss, but in the end, he didn't.
My wounds hadn't healed yet, and Mr. Levy had given me unlimited time to return to work. However, being alone in the mansion was quite boring.
