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.

course not." Janice frowned. "You don't

bringing you milk earlier when I overheard your phone call," Edward

Did he hear it?

awkwardness crossed

a sudden tightness in his chest. Had he guessed right? Did

Simon on the phone just now.

grip on the wine glass firmed, and his jaw clenched slightly. He averted his gaze and took a

sweet words will be enough to win me back and make me help him out. So, I played along,

slightly. "You're stringing

Janice arched

money doesn't grow on trees. If I were to give it to

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

least at this moment, I matter more to

but she couldn't deny it.

"Yes." She nodded.

of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

how quickly his

found him

just like a child.

would voice his dissatisfaction

when

he would immediately

No headache-inducing guessing games were

the sketches she had drawn during

the National Crochet Union reached They said your piece for the international competition

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