Return of the Crowned Heiress

Return of the Crowned Heiress Chapter 585

This wasn’t the first time Johanna had witnessed such a scene. She knew there had been far bolder acts in places she couldn’t see, and they also carried the title of husband and wife, making everything they did justifiable.

She constantly reminded herself that Archie was only acting, that he was merely playing along to further his plans and that his affection for Imogen, the older woman, was purely a scheme.

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The inexplicable jealousy and searing anger in Johanna’s heart still felt like knives stabbing her. It caused an unbearable ache.

She clenched her tists tightly, but she pretended as though she hadn’t seen a thing. Maintaining her innocent expression and lively tone, she not only refrained from leaving the room but boldly stepped forward to stand in front of Imogen.

“megen, my brother really adores you. The first thing he did after coming back was to rush over to see you. He completely forgot about me, his sister.”

Her words sounded lighthearted and teasing on the surface, but they carried a subtle sharpness.

Archie glanced at her, his gaze carrying a hint of both warning and helplessness

was entirely immersed in her happiness and noticed nothing amiss. She smiled and nodded. “Your brother was just worried about me and couldn’t wait to come back I was going to tell you the good

talking about it. It’s only natural that

fixed on Archie. Her gaze, tinged with stubbornness and jealousy, shimmered faintly with tears as if to say, “Of course, I

explanation, “We didn’t

turned her face

have noticed something unusual in the air. However, Imogen, being blind, was blissfully unaware. This emboldened Archie and

continued, “It’s good that Archie is back. The Russell family is such a mess, and I

Focus on getting better.

Johanna was on the verge of tears. Something within him softened, and a strange thrill coursed through his

pulled Johanna into his arms, and

a brief moment of surprise, the bitterness in her heart dissipated

on the bed, oblivious to the blatant acts of the pair

door

pushing a food cart laden with a nutritious postpartum meal. The dishes were light on oil and salt, perfectly balanced with meat and vegetables. They were meticulously prepared by a nutritionist

demeanor, taking the spoon from the housekeeper and feeding