Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 340

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.

what she knew, he wasn’t even a native of Country Y. So why would he

with confusion as she glanced at the flowers in her hand which

mother," he answered, lifting the bouquet slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It was

his face at once, her eyes blinking

mother is buried around

deep sigh escaping his nose. He turned and walked back toward the

pointing at

voice thick with

as their mother’s?"

at the wrong place. This is my mother’s tomb,"

regardless of who he was... She wouldn’t allow anyone—no

mental note to speak to

had allowed access to her mother’s grave

oddly refreshing to see his sister fuming

he said,

staring at him as though truly seeing him

bell, foreign, yet oddly calming. Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled as

"That’s how nature planned it. You’re my sister,

mockingly. "Me? Your sister? Blood

I’m not at the wrong place," he said

him, visibly unsettled. She shook

the Anderson heir had

mistaken. I’m quite sure you’re not my brother," she replied. She paused. "As far as I know, my

around the empty cemetery once again before her eyes

her mother never had another child and certainly not a son. The

business tactic?" she wondered. But then, the Anderson Group didn’t lack credibility

a firm decision. The truth wouldn’t be accepted easily. Not

Mum," he said gently, "then

made Jessica freeze. It was effortless as

hands clenched the bouquet

or something deeper, her body

voice caught in her throat. She studied

what she’d noticed briefly months

gold, the dark ebony hair, a face

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

in hers, claiming to

thoughts spun wildly with

What really happened?

Santiago from Country Y

George Brown

brother, who

mother married

it possible I’ve misunderstood my

she

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