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?”

the cigarette out, and flicked it into a nearby trash can. “Didn’t you

gave a small

could anyone

the Astleys had never endorsed the marriage. Rachel had made the decision on her own, and now they bore the consequences

well. She rested a hand on his shoulder. “Take it slow. Eventually, you’ll have to face them properly. Rachel is your wife now—that’s what

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or not, the wedding’s done. They had their

was no denying it—the Astleys were

every sideways glance and pursed lip. But if they were truly against the union, they should have intervened before the vows were exchanged.

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

out, his gaze met

between them, and

I’m sorry we couldn’t be more hospitable tonight. Rachel was raised by her

off, but Corrine didn’t

older generation always has their visions of how things should unfold,” she replied gently. “I

be at the

“Alright.”

approached, his brows slightly raised. “What were you two

mischief lighting her eyes. “Take

a smile. “You’re

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

now, he was married—and the weight of that change meant Rachel’s feelings couldn’t be

soft smile that held

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