Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 340: Twin sister...

"Julian Anderson?" she called, confused. Her gaze settled on him inquisitively. Of all the places she expected to see him, it was never in a cemetery and not just any cemetery, but the very one where her mother lay, and at her mother’s tomb.

She couldn’t help but wonder what might have led him here. Did he have some unusual or fetish hobby that involved visiting cemeteries?

Jessica’s gaze hovered over him, searching for any sign of delusion or odd behavior.

But his clothes were intact, his tie neatly knotted, and his suit crisp...a clear indication he wasn’t losing his mind.

Noting her scrutinizing gaze, Julian took a deep breath and waited for her to speak. At this moment, he chose to tread cautiously. He couldn’t afford to startle her.

His gaze flickered to the slight swell of her baby bump, and his eyes narrowed as a thought crossed his mind.

Is she pregnant?

Why haven’t I received a report on this? Or did she intentionally conceal it?

He felt his heart thumping with anticipation and a strange sense of joy. Does this mean I’ll soon be an uncle?

Noticing his eyes lingering on her belly, Jessica instinctively took a step back.

"Julian Anderson," she called again, this time her voice cold, strict, and dignified.

Julian quickly retracted his gaze. "Good day, Jessica," he greeted with a slight nod, his tone soft and polite, though his heart pounded in his chest with trepidation.

Seeing Jessica here at the cemetery was both a shock and an unexpected encounter.

He wasn’t prepared for this. He had always imagined their first meeting would take place in a boardroom perhaps while forging a business partnership that might evolve into a friendship.

From there, he could gradually reveal the truth about who he was, and what she meant to him.

But who could predict the future? With no other option, Julian decided to take things as they came.

Julian drew a calm, steadying breath just as her voice drifted across the quiet space.

"Julian Anderson," she called again, as though trying to confirm his identity. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she stared at him.

Several thoughts raced through her mind, her veins pulsing erratically.

"Sister," he answered, his voice calm.

But his words were lost in the light breeze and the soft ruffling of leaves and grasses that blew past them.

Jessica took a step forward and glanced behind him.

"What are you doing here?" "How did you get here?" "Why are you holding the bouquet?" Did you lose someone?"

She asked all in one breath, her eyes scanning the surroundings as she tried to make sense of why Julian Anderson would be here of all places.

she knew, he wasn’t even a native of Country Y.

she glanced at the flowers

came to visit our mother," he answered, lifting the bouquet slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It

his face at once,

your mother is

his nose. He turned

at the tombstone in

her voice thick with skepticism

a stranger’s grave as their mother’s?" she

think you’re at the wrong place. This is my mother’s

struggled to restrain herself. But regardless of who

note to speak to the groundskeeper

how many people he had allowed access to her mother’s grave

lips. It was oddly refreshing to see his

calm down?" he said, the corners of his mouth

at him as though

oddly calming. Her eyes widened, and her lips

how nature planned it. You’re my sister, not just

Your sister? Blood relation?

I’m not mistaken. And I’m not at the wrong place,"

him, visibly unsettled. She shook her

have thought him unwell, but the Anderson heir had never been accused of

brother," she

cemetery once again before her eyes

a

some strange business tactic?" she wondered. But then, the Anderson Group

firm decision. The

talk to Mum," he said gently, "then I’ll explain everything

way he said ’Mum’ made Jessica freeze. It was effortless as though

mouth fell open. Her hands clenched the bouquet tighter, as if

the pregnancy hormones or something deeper, her

of questions, her voice caught in her throat. She studied his features

before, what

gold, the dark ebony hair, a face

when she didn’t respond, Julian stepped forward and gently took her hand in his,

couldn’t believe she wasn’t dreaming. His hand in hers, claiming to be her brother, her brother, from the Anderson family in

spun wildly with

What really happened?

Country Y

is George Brown

my brother, who is his

my mother married

it possible I’ve

didn’t she tell