Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 308

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I knocked on the door, and the seven or eight people inside turned to look at me. In that instant, I noticed how the men’s eyes lit up when they saw me.

Since this wasn’t a formal occasion, I had chosen a flowing, floral maxi dress that swayed gracefully with my movements. My long hair was styled in an elegant half–up braided bun, and I wore delicate pearl earrings that accentuated my refined yet alluring charm.

The shift in my mindset had also done wonders for my complexion. My skin glowed with a fresh, dewy radiance, like a flower in full bloom.

Let’s face it, men love looking at beautiful women. It’s human nature, just like how women appreciate a young man with broad shoulders, a chiseled V- line, long legs, and a sculpted eight–pack. Some things are simply hardwired into us.

Jared’s gaze clung to me as if magnetized. The moment our eyes met, it felt like he had dragged me into some midnight fantasy of his.

I had already been walking quickly, my cheeks slightly flushed, but under his intense stare, they burned even hotter. Was this man forgetting where we

were?

“Is this Mrs. Holcomb? So young and beautiful,” a middle–aged gentleman remarked politely. The others murmured in agreement.

ex–wife, an incredibly accomplished woman who’s recently stepped into hotel investment and management. I’d appreciate it if you all could support her

in the room, and I made sure to memorize

were invaluable. They gave me a clearer understanding of the hospitality industry’s

mind with knowledge, but now that I needed it, I realized I

it was time to leave, Jared deliberately slowed his steps to walk

said.

eager to grow.

practically paved with gold bricks. Most people never get the chance to walk it,” I replied with a

you that much.” He glanced at me, his gaze deep and unreadable. “For seven years, you gave up your own social circles and ambitions to focus

with your talent and looks, you might not have been worse off if

surprisingly fair of you to

studied me for a moment before asking, “Did my

quit my job and stop interfering with your dating life,”

just impatient. Whatever she said, don’t take it to heart. She only lashed out at

be honest—middle–aged women could be relentless when they set

voice turned cold. “Didn’t you already explain it to her? You told

displeasure. “Do

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