Reluctance

Samantha smiled gently. "What else could I do? Go steal someone else's husband? Besides… Eric really doesn't like me. He's always loved Ella. How could I become that shameful mistress? More importantly… I'm not even good enough to be a mistress!"

 

The man didn't even look at her—how could she be qualified to be the mistress?

 

Nicholas was overestimating his sister. Eric had never once shown her that kind of affection.

 

It was all her own delusion—thinking that by taking a bullet for him, he would be eternally grateful and fall in love with her, waiting crazily for a woman who was "already dead" to come back.

 

This kind of story only exists in fairytales.

 

"But…" Nicholas began.

 

"Don't say it, brother. I'm fine with going back to Y country quietly. After all, there are plenty of men who pursue me. I'm not worried about not being able to get married," Samantha said lightly, smiling.