Served on a Silver Platter
At Sullivan Group's annual banquet, a female university student approaches Peter Sullivan and offers herself to him.
The usually cold and distant Peter suddenly freezes because this young woman looks exactly like his deceased first love.
He can't help but tease, "You're asking to be my mistress in front of my wife. Are you so sure you won't be thrown out?"
The young lady lifts her chin, and her stubborn expression is identical to that of his lost love. "You two got married for business reasons and mutual benefits. Does she have any say over what you do? Peter, only you can save my mom. Will you do it or not?"
She's right. I'm just a pawn in a marriage of convenience. How could I possibly influence Peter's choices?
But then, I catch a glint of tenderness in his eyes that I've never seen before, and a self-deprecating smile forms on my lips.
Maybe, instead of clinging on and being thrown out like trash, it's better if I give up my place willingly.