Thinking that through, I spoke up carefully, keeping my tone sweet. "Madam, everyone is watching. Isn't it unfair to choose like this? And… shouldn't we consider Mr. Grant's preferences too?"
I turned slowly toward the bed, testing the waters.
"Mr. Grant… who would you like to choose? It's alright if she doesn't get pregnant the first time. We wouldn't want to upset the one you actually care about."
In my first life, when I secretly gave him the antidote, everyone else had been fast asleep.
Now, his beloved was right in front of him. Surely he would not willingly hurt her.
But to my surprise, Samuel looked straight at me and forced out a strained answer.
"Then… Leslie, you go."
Listen to that: reluctant, helpless, almost resentful.
Evelyn nodded approvingly.
"Leslie, go. Consider your wish fulfilled."
She wasn't wrong. Marrying Samuel had always been my dream.
Back in my senior year of college, a group of thugs cornered me in an alley outside campus. They wanted to violate me.
It was Samuel who saved me that night.
Afterward, he looked after me in every possible way, checking on me constantly, comforting me with gentle words, and showering me with gifts until my hands were full.