The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 388

"But your pronunciation just now was quite off. The correct way to say it is like this..."

Stella paused, then calmly repeated-in flawless French-the very words Franco had used moments ago to mock her education.

Her voice was light and clear, every syllable crisp and precise, each word pronounced with textbook accuracy.

The entire room froze.

A second earlier, the crowd had been snickering along with Franco, treating Stella as the punchline of his joke. Now, their laughter died on their lips, replaced by stunned silence and awkward, fixed expressions.

Franco's jaw twitched involuntarily, his face cycling rapidly from red to pale. No one had slapped him, yet his cheeks burned as if he'd been struck.

He'd spent his life immersed in languages, built his reputation as one of the most respected professors in the field. Wherever he went, people addressed him as Dr. Franco without hesitation.

to none. Spoken language, however, was a different story-his accent was always a

a housewife

But no matter

How could her grammar be so refined, her accent so perfect? There was simply no

mother in disbelief, his eyes

between Franco

as he knew, had never learned French could speak it at all, let alone with such natural fluency. In fact, her French

and Jasper were just as

"She must be cheating-maybe someone's feeding her lines through

if someone's prompting her, if she didn't know any French, she'd never sound that natural. You can't fake that level of fluency just by repeating what you

voice. "Haynes, did you know Ms. Cameron could speak

stared at his

violin. He hadn't known she