Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 49 Chapter 49

Janice had no choice but in shut up.

Maybe it was the smooth flight or the fact that she'd been drinking the night before and had rushed to catch the plane in the middle of the night, but somehow, she fell asleep with her head resting against Edward's shoulder.

Edward glanced down at their still-intertwined hands as her breathing slowed and grew steady. He lifted his index finger and lightly tapped the back of her hand.

Just then, Janke stirred faintly as if her sleep was restless. She shifted closer, nuzzing against his shoulder.

Edward acted swifthr. He lifted her arm while careful not to wake her and quietly removed the armrest separating their sears.

Janice was levning entirely against him in an instant, her head nestled in his chest. Edward now practically held her in his arms, fast asleep

But Edward couldn't bring himself to rest

His gaze fell to her hands, which had spent years working with needles. Both palms bore obvious calluses, but what struck him more was that they marked both her left and right hands.

Could Janice embroider with both hands?

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A talent like hers was a treasure, and yet Simon had treated her the way he did.

Edward Dumed his head slightly, his eyes landing on Harrison. When he spoke, his voice carried its usual edge of quiet menace.

"Godismantle those two chairs."

didn't hesitate. He immediately left with a few others to carry

Edward's temperament too

restraint imposed by the Moore family name, Edward's wilder instincts would have overturned Greenfield

Edward controlled investments across half the country's civil

chairs compared to that?

idea that on the way to Gallandia, Edward was reclining comfortably with a beauty resting peacefully in his arms while some other passengers were left

Hotel, Janice had managed to get a few hours of sleep on the plane. Her body didn't ache, but the heat and travel had left

as she checked into her room, she went straight to the

start at 3:00 pm local

arrangements for a private pick-up, and their trip to

stopped by a Gallandian local who struck up a friendly conversation

aside to

cold shoulder, huh? Looks Like you're not as special as you thought,"

to the

"Still better than being stuck with someone

"Janice, you-

Mr. Fitzgerald's best interests,” Janice

After all, Mr. Fitzgerald's personal account is frozen, isn't it? Doesn't seem like be'd have much money to cover the damages done to

every move. By now, she could read him like a book, and she never

whined, “Janice, how could

it yourself that you're a dying person? Janke replied calmly, her tone

to a sharp whisper, “Janice, don't get too comfortable. Let me

of her works to compete in the Winter Tournament! You want Proper stitch Group to win an award and make it to the international competition, right? As long as

it!