"Mr. Moore, I miss you, I'm uncomfortable and all itchy... when are you coming over to give me a check-up..."
Upon seeing this text message, Amelia's face turned pale instantly.
The cell phone that she was holding was for her husband, Daniel.
Just then, the sender, whose contact was saved as 'Little darling,' sent another message, seeing that there was no reply.
"Mr. Moore, what are you up to? Is that ugly old lady bothering you and annoying you again?"
The 'ugly old lady' the sender was referring to, was most likely her, the nominal Mrs. Moore. A tug at Amelia's heart caused a bitter smile to emerge at the corners of her mouth.
Her slender fingers rapidly typed a terse reply on the keyboard, "I am Mrs. Moore, my husband is taking a shower, do you need him for something?"
After waiting five minutes, there were no more messages from the sender saved as 'Little darling.'
Amelia put the phone down on the table. Turning her head, she saw a tall and straight figure emerge from the bathroom.
A pair of jet black eyes were firmly locked onto her, making her subconsciously lower her gaze, her demeanor greatly resembling a thief showing guilt.
But the one who was caught having an affair was Daniel. Shouldn't the one feeling guilty be him?
"Amelia, who gave you permission to touch my phone, hmm?"
Clad in a loose, snow-white bathrobe, Daniel took long strides towards her, snatching the phone that was on the table directly with his bare hand.
Amelia frowned, surprised that he saw, she hurriedly explained.
"Your phone rang, and I was originally going to give it to you when I saw that..."
She accidentally glanced at the message on the screen, a message sent by his mistress.
The rest of the sentence was stuck in her throat as she clamped her lips together and stared blankly at the man before her.
"I warn you, don't touch my stuff, I find it disgusting, filthy!"
Daniel glared at her venomously, clenching his teeth.
Upon hearing this, Amelia swallowed her saliva. Even when she had seen the message the mistress sent to Moore Daniel just now, she didn't feel aggrieved or upset.
But now, the sharp remarks felt like relentless stabs to her heart, bringing unbearable pain.
"I understand, it won't happen again," she lowered her head, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her eyes and all Daniel did was to snort coldly, then looked at his phone. As soon as he opened the message, he saw the text that Amelia had sent to Jessica.
I am Mrs. Moore.
The five characters in the message caught his eye, deepening the color in his pupils. A contemptuous curve lifted the corner of his lips, "Amelia, I only find out now, not only are you disgusting, but you have no shame!"
Stepping closer to her in his soggy slippers, Daniel's tall arm stretched out, his cold fingers lifting her jaw.
"Mrs. Moore? Amelia, is this you? Aren't you afraid of being slapped in the face for saying such a thing?" Each word was like a blade of ice in the frigid winter.
Squinting her elegantly arched eyebrows, Amelia was forced to lift her head and look at him, "Yes, in your eyes, I will never compare to your Liliana. I'll never even measure up to a blind girl, right?"
Upon hearing this, the man clenched his hand on her chin, forcibly tightening his grip to the point of almost separating her lower jaw.
"Amelia, you even have the audacity to mention Liliana! Why couldn't the one who went blind from the car accident two years ago be you, why couldn't it be you, the vile person who even tried to harm your own sister!"
"Lily..."
When he called for his sister, it was "Lily," but for her, his legitimate wife, it was the pejorative term —
Amelia's heart ached fiercely. Yet her face remained impassive, feigning strength as she began to speak, "What's the matter? Mr. Moore, does it hurt to think of your beloved Liliana? Can't you bear it, feeling wronged for her?"
"Amelia, shut up!" Daniel's hand left her jaw, instead harshly gripping her delicate throat.
Over the past two years, there had been more than one occasion where he longed to choke this arrogant woman to death.
"Mr. Moore, you're angry, huh? Too bad even your anger won't fix Liliana's eyes. She'll forever be a blind woman!"
Even with her breath hitching and her small face twisted in pain, she still had the gall to shout.
"Amelia, one day, I will gouge your eyes out and present them to Lily as a gift!" Hissed Moore Mo Sheng, teeth gritted in rage. He promptly released her, making his way out of the room.
Suddenly bereft of strength, Amelia collapsed to the floor like a rag-doll, her knees scraping harshly against the ground.
But what no one expected was that his brutal threat about gouging out her eyes would eventually come true.