Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1136:

The truth hit her like a cold slap. If she had known it would come to this, she wouldn’t have bent over backward to try to win Connor’s approval. She should’ve stayed with Aelfric—at least he had genuinely cared for her.

But now? She had burned her bridges with both men. She couldn’t return to her family, and Connor had made it clear she was disposable. What was left for her?

Lost in thought, she barely registered the hurried arrival of Foley and Della.

The couple had been watching from the sidelines, curious to see how Chloe’s pursuit of Connor would play out. They hadn’t expected Aelfric to be there—or for Chloe to end up injured. Alarmed, they rushed over to diffuse the situation.

Della was the first to step forward, greeting Connor with all the politeness she could muster, then nodding toward Aelfric before putting on an exaggerated expression of shock. “Oh my! What happened here?”

Foley quickly jumped in, trying to match her energy. “We were just strolling through the garden and happened to spot you, Uncle Connor. We thought we’d stop by and say hello. But… how did Chloe end up hurt?”

a glance, their expressions dripping with disdain as they looked at the couple—two clowns performing their act. Neither of them bothered to

“Mr. Warren was a bit careless,” he explained tersely. “Some soup accidentally

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after them, awkwardly mumbling

they had left, the pavilion was finally still. Yet Aelfric’s expression only grew darker, the storm within him intensifying. He had resolved to let Chloe go, but the love he had once felt for her

satisfied. Aelfric had attempted to embarrass Marissa earlier, clearly hoping to humiliate him in the process. But now the tables had

smile, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit

had cut him deeply, he was not one to let emotional turbulence steer him off course. He bore his wounds with quiet dignity, refusing to let them derail his grand ambitions. Hopelessly romantic as he was, his determination remained steadfast, like a lighthouse in a storm. He had mastered the art of knowing when to hold on and when to let

mind, he raised his head to meet Connor’s gaze. His expression was once again calm and composed, like still water hiding its depth. “Mr. Daniels, I’m here to discuss the marriage between Melinda and Derek,” he