Belle’s gaze fell on the glass of wine, and unexpectedly, her eyes met Evelyn’s.

Evelyn gave a gentle smile, holding the decanter and pouring another glass for John.

Only then did Belle calmly look away.

She picked up her knife and fork, taking a piece of pork rib and eating it with relish.

At the same time, she kept an ear on the conversation around the table.

Listening to John’s sycophantic praise, Evelyn’s sweet ...