Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 787 Beckham Meeting His Sister-in-law

“Brilliant!” Beckham exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he tightened his grip on Cherise’s hand. “Do I look alright? First impressions are important, especially when meeting your aunt, your mom’s sister.”

“You look fantastic. Absolutely dashing,” Cherise assured him, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Seeing Beckham like this, any flicker of resentment that Gwenn had ignited in Cherise’s heart sputtered and died.

No matter how he treated her, Cherise knew deep down that Beckham still held her mother dear. Her mother had passed away years ago, yet her father’s anxiety about meeting her family was evident. Perhaps his awkward attentiveness was just another layer of grief.

Beckham had barely taken a few steps when he abruptly stopped, spinning around as if he had remembered something. Gwenn remained rooted to the spot, her face unreadable.

Beckham furrowed his brow, a hint of annoyance flashing across his eyes. “Gwenn, come on. Let’s meet your mother’s relatives.”

Gwenn lifted her gaze, her voice monotone. “She was your wife, not my mother.”

on your family reunion. I promised the editor some interesting material, and the camera needs

Gwenn reached for the doorknob, Beckham’s voice cut through the air.

outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has

drained of color. “No way! I’ll buy my

gave her a firm nudge towards the stairs. In his mind, Gwenn’s fashion sense was a ticking time bomb. What if she showed up in something even more…inappropriate? It would be safer to go upstairs with

being a party animal, Beckham assumed

closet seemed like a strategic move for damage control. With her middle-aged

was

were his daughters, deserving a place

a distant presence. Beckham longed to bridge the gap, hoping this reunion would mend their fractured bond.

matter how hard he pushed, Gwenn couldn’t fill the void reserved

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reaching the third floor of the Quinell family’s guest hall, Lyra sought comfort in Priscilla’s arms,