The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1686

Chapter 1686:

Seeing Carl, they were surprised and quickly rose to greet him. “Mr. Ford, we didn’t expect—how was your trip?”

“Apologies for keeping you waiting,” Carl said with his usual warm grace.

“Oh, not at all. We just got here ourselves,” Rachel’s father, Harold, replied. “Rachel didn’t mention it. Had we known you were coming, we would’ve come to meet you at the airport.”

Carl shook his head with a gentle smile. “That was my decision—I didn’t want to trouble anyone.”

Although Rachel’s parents had been informed that the Fords were coming, they hadn’t expected Carl himself to appear.

Had they known, they certainly wouldn’t have stayed put in the private room.

Whatever grievances they still harbored about the marriage, they understood what Carl’s presence signified.

An elder of his age making the trip in person was no small gesture—it was a mark of respect, an indication that the Ford family truly valued Rachel.

And as the realization settled over them, Rachel’s parents found themselves quietly reassured.

Their daughter had married into a family that took her seriously. That alone was enough to bring them a measure of peace.

During the meal, they kept up a courteous front, exchanging pleasant small talk with Jules’ family.

Halfway through the event, Corrine excused herself and slipped away to the restroom. On her return, she caught sight of Jules leaning against a hallway pillar, a thin stream of smoke curling from the cigarette between his fingers.

“What are you doing out here?”

exhaled, stubbed the cigarette out, and flicked it into a nearby trash can. “Didn’t you catch the Astleys’ vibe

small nod.

what could anyone

Astleys had never endorsed the marriage. Rachel had made the

well. She rested a hand on his shoulder. “Take it slow. Eventually, you’ll

at gⲁ𝗅𝗇ον𝖊𝗅𝘀.

done. They had their chance to object. Accepting the

was no denying it—the Astleys

they should have intervened before the vows were exchanged. Allowing the marriage, then refusing to

glasses of wine sipped, Rachel’s parents rose to leave. Franco lingered

his gaze met Corrine’s across

them, and they stepped aside into

Rachel was

but Corrine didn’t need the

how things should unfold,” she replied gently. “I

be at the Astley residence tomorrow morning. We’ll be expecting

“Alright.”

Jules approached, his brows slightly raised. “What were

spark of playful mischief lighting her eyes.

smile. “You’re plotting something again,

on Jules and Corrine. “Don’t let it get to you. They’ve always been like this. I’ll talk to Jules,”

familiarity between Jules and Corrine might’ve been harmless. But now, he was married—and

could tell Chelsea feared she might be jealous. With a soft smile that held both reassurance and restraint, she simply said, “It’s

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