Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Her Hidden Crowns Ch 162

Chapter 162

Suzanne smiled sortly. When she first met this man, she had always been on edge around him. But now, she found that he wasn't as cold as he seemed. Talking to him was surpringly easy

They ended up chatting for half an hour. By then, Austin had eaten most of his meal

Suzanne planced at his plate, the comers of her lips curling slightly he must have been really hungry

Taking another sip of wine, Austin looked at her and said, "We've been married for a while now. Shouldn't you take me to meet your family?"

Gabriel had mentioned that she visited the Frost family today

He had heard her grandparents and uncle treated her well. But she had never brought up her maternal family to him.

Suzanne's eyes flickered with surprise before her expression darkened slightly.

Bring Austin to meet Henry? As it Henry even deserved that. If Henry ever found out about Austin, he would cling to him like a leech. Suzanne had no intention of letting that happen

asked, "Can we

wine glass stilled for a moment before he gave a slight nod. "Alright. I'll

hurther and instead casually continued their conversation. The atmosphere, which was once tense, gradually became Lighter and more relaxed Suzanne finished ber glass of wine. When she

frowned with a look of concern on his face. "Stay still.

a step forward, her fooring wavered. Austin put down his glass and stepped forward, taking her hand in his "Be good. Listen to me."

else unusual Looking at Austin's firm grip on her hand, she

in hand, they walked slowly toward their

night, perhaps because of the wine, Suzanne slept

for their small family of three. Though only a few people lived there,

accented by muted green, gold, and white, creating an open yet sophisticated atmosphere. Acurved, oversized couch sar in the living room, paired with a uniquely shaped glass coffee table framed in gold-subtle touch of

massive 1V hung on the wall, and it was currently playing a cartoon

in the animation

they saw a little girl sprawled over the coffee table. She was sitting on a fawn-shaped stool, completely engrossed in Hearing movement, Emma lifted her head and turned toward the entrance. The moment she

Uncle Austin Aunt Suzanne-

over her mouth, worried Yasmine might hear. But even as she silenced herself, the joy in