In the past, I knew my status was different, so I didn't dare to speak loudly. But now, they were all stunned after I shouted like this.
Joe revealed a hint of anger in his eyes, saying discontentedly, "Natalya, what's gotten into you? Have I been too good to you these days, making you forget your identity?"
"My identity?"
"Yes, he is the master, and I am a servant in their eyes."
"How dared a servant get angry in front of the master?"
I smiled with a sense of sorrow rising within me. Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face.
"Yes. I can't live up to you, the one in charge of the Lawrence family."
In these five years, he had been acting as my boyfriend and being intimate with me. In reality, I was not even as good as a dog raised by his family.
If something happened, he would address me intimately. Otherwise, he would call me by my full name in anger.
"If it weren't for the marriage proposal from his mother back then, how could he, a young master of a wealthy family, be interested in me?"
"In front of his group of friends, I am just a maid to warm his bed!"
Joe looked at me for a while, sensing my abnormality.