In front of Alfred, Evelyn put on an act, “Miss Summers, I’d like to ask you about some equestrian matters.”

Belle raised an eyebrow.

The two naturally lagged behind.

Once Alfred was out of sight, Evelyn’s smile faded, and she spoke with deep resentment, “Belle, do you have no shame? Mr. Shaw is your husband’s uncle. How can you flirt with him?”

Belle laughed softly.

Evelyn’s face turned red, “What are you ...