Chapter 153

After dinner, the Moore couple lingered a bit before heading home.

Meanwhile, as the three greedy Fitzgeralds continued scheming, Janice made her way to the study in search of Edward.

"I sketched a few new designs over the past few days, and..." she trailed off when

she noticed a half-filled glass of red wine in front of him.

Pausing, she walked over. "Did you not eat enough? Want me to bring you something to go with the wine?"

Janice was gentle, attentive, and thoughtful by nature.

Edward looked up at her. His gaze was so unfamiliar that she momentarily froze.

"What's wrong?"

"I have a question."

"Go ahead."

Edward rolled an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

"Do you still have feelings for Simon?" His voice was devoid of hesitation.

Edward wasn't the type to pretend he hadn't heard things. If something affected

his judgment, he would rather confront it directly.

Janice frowned. "You

earlier when I overheard your phone call," Edward admitted flatly.

Did he hear it?

of awkwardness

sudden tightness in his chest. Had he guessed right? Did she still have

chair over and sat down. "That was indeed Simon on the phone

grip on the wine glass firmed, and his jaw

He thinks a few sweet words will be enough to win

slightly. "You're

not?" Janice arched her brow

money doesn't grow on trees. If I were to give it to anyone, I'd rather give it to you than to

went completely silent. Janice blinked, suddenly realizing how her words sounded. "I... I

in smoothly. "So, at least at this moment, I matter more to you than he

a bit, but she couldn't deny it. Simon's

"Yes." She nodded.

the corner of his lips lifting ever so slightly. "What were you

how quickly his

found

just like

would voice his dissatisfaction

and when he

would immediately

headache-inducing guessing games were

him the sketches she

them, he casually mentioned, "By the way, the National Crochet Union reached They said

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