My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Chapter

45

Seeing the displeased look on Audrey's face, Eliza was fully satisfied. 'So, Audrey isn't as unaffected as she seems, she thought.

With a gentle smile, Eliza said sweetly, "I never knew Dominic could cook! I wonder if he's any good. Audrey, would you help me judge his cooking?" Eliza knew perfectly well that Dominic had never once cooked for Audrey. On the contrary, it was Audrey who had repeatedly prepared meals for him.

Asking Audrey to "judge the cooking" was just a way to rub it in.

Emily couldn't help but roll her eyes and muttered, "This Eliza really has no shame, snatching Audrey's fiancé and then showing off shamelessly. Who does she think she's fooling?"

Emily was about to step in, but Audrey spoke first, her tone indifferent. "Since it's for you, why don't you enjoy it on your own? I'll just grab something from the cafeteria."

With that, Audrey caught a glimpse of a small bear sticker on the lunchbox in Eliza's hands. And a mocking smile flickered on her face.

Eliza mistook her expression as feigned indifference and felt even more triumphant, ready to say more.

Just then, the receptionist walked in, her heels clicking across the floor. "Ms. Rhodes, there's a guy at the front desk who says he's your husband, and he's here to bring you lunch."

Audrey, however, thought the receptionist was just teasing and asked, "Are you sure it's my husband? What does he look like?" Alistair's office was on the other side

way better looking than any celebrity, like he just stepped out of a comic book! Honestly, I was blushing just looking at him." "And

met anyone who had this kind of effect. Just one look made life

bloom in her chest. She didn't stop to think any further and

as she shot a

kept man, so there's no way he is as amazing

go check yourself? I don't waste time sucking up!" With that, the receptionist turned and headed back to

out, determined to see

and walking down a long corridor, Audrey finally reached the lobby near the elevators. And she spotted Alistair waiting

fit his long legs perfectly. His sharp features, high-bridged nose, and

slightly furrowed brow carried a hint of authority that kept people at a respectful distance. His stature, his commanding air! It was easy to mistake him for some high-society

slowed as she approached, her eyes glued to him unconsciously. Today, Alistair looked almost too good to

direction. The moment he

of that smile melted away his

deep and smooth, like a

thudding of her own heart. She tried to keep her cool and gave