Kissed.

Chapter 36

Anastasia's POV.

The fact that she called me a maid was still in my mind; what bothered me more was the fact that he heard about it, and he didn't even bother to say anything about it.

He should have defended me or something! There was no way that he would actually be supporting her. I was so happy when I saw the way Penelope was mad.

It gave me this kind of joy that I couldn't explain. I loved seeing her jealous. It was in the evening already. I cooked for him, together with my daughter.

I didn't feel like eating, but I was still going to take a little bite from the food we cooked. My daughter sat on the dining table with him, and he didn't even complain about it.

"Why are you not eating? You should sit down and eat." Tristan told her. I chuckled slightly upon hearing what he said. "I will watch you eat." I told him while I scoffed. He didn't say anything further.

"Always let me know anytime she comes over. Don't let her insult you that way, either." Tristan told m