It hurried downstairs to catch up and said, "Ms. Sherman is really self-deprecating. She can endure any humiliation in order to be a good Ms. Fisher!"

I flipped through the newspaper in my hand and made a rustling sound, treating her completely as if she did not exist.

Zendaya's mouth twisted and she approached me several steps with her hands wrapped around her chest.

"I'm telling you that the one who isn't loved is the mistress. If I were you, I would have drowned myself out of shame!"

I put down the newspaper and looked up at her as I slowly stood up and opened my thin lips.

"Then why don't you guess who will be called Ms. Fisher when we go out together?"

Her face suddenly turned dark and she was so angry that she could not say a word.

I sneered. Her level was not even higher than the first twenty women Sebastian brought back before.

"Then from today on, I, Sebastian Fisher, will announce to the public that only Zendaya can be called Ms. Fisher!"

A deep male voice filled with anger came from upstairs.

Those words were like a knife stabbing into my chest, making my already hypothermic body even colder.

Seeing him approaching, Zendaya threw herself into his arms like a bird returning to its nest.

She said coquettishly, "If you come any later, I will be bullied to death by this ugly duckling!"

I reached out and touched my cheek. Was my complexion so bad that she called me an ugly duckling?

Sebastian held her in his arms, gently lifted her chin and pecked the corner of her lips.

Then in just a few seconds, his expression turned into disdain and he sneered at me.

"Jealousy has made you look unrecognizable. It's not her fault that she's young and pretty. You don't have to pick on her!”

I could not help but sigh. Look, Juliette Sherman! This is the true face of the man you have loved deeply for many years.

Seeing this, Sebastian turned back to his deadpan expression and said to the mistress in his arms unhappily, "Someone is polluting the air here. Let's go! I'll take you out to play!"

She smiled and flattered, saying yes.

I suddenly remembered that there was something I had not asked him to deal with, so I grabbed the documents on the sofa and hurriedly chased after him and shouted. "Wait ...."

"Why? Are you annoyed? It's not the first time I've brought someone home. What do you mean by getting annoyed now?

Before I could finish my words, he bombarded me with criticism.