May Denton fluttered her enchanting eyes and chuckled, "So, we need to take the initiative."
"But how can Aunt guarantee that I can conceive right away? If I can't, and end up angering Matthew, I'll never have a chance to get close to him again."
Alexis Denton still felt very uneasy, her heart laden with worry.
"I have my ways," May Denton suddenly smirked, her eyes squinting as if she had thought of something. Her expression grew strange, yet her stunningly beautiful face under the light still appeared considerably youthful, and her well-maintained skin remained as smooth as porcelain, delicate and radiant.
Time seemed to have paused around her.
Alexis Denton stared blankly at this middle-aged woman who was a full twenty years older than her, and couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy.
Could May Denton have maintained her beauty if she hadn't married into the Saxon Family and become Madam Saxon, living a life of luxury and comfort?
