Chapter 1689:

She had never spoken about these details, not once. And she had never imagined that Jules would learn the truth. Now, she stood pale and adrift, unable to find the words.

“Let’s go,” Jules said quietly. His lips pressed into a thin line, his voice calm but steady. “Since I am your husband, I should face this with you.”

He was not naive. He knew Rachel’s grandparents viewed him through a lens of disapproval, considering the Ford family beneath Rachel’s lineage.

Truth be told, they were not entirely wrong. In terms of bloodlines, Rachel had married beneath her. But none of that mattered now—not to him.

Now that Rachel was officially his wife, it fell on Jules to face the situation by her side. It was his responsibility to confront the storm with her and show the Astley family enough sincerity to douse their simmering anger.

Yet Rachel’s heart resisted. A quiet unease tugged at her. She hated the thought of Jules witnessing her so exposed—fragile in a way she had always hidden from others.

unraveled, she could no longer afford

As they stepped toward the looming doorway, her gaze drifted to their joined hands. A small rush of comfort slipped into her chest,

onto their grudge. They will want to vent, and it might not be pretty,” Jules said calmly, his eyes scanning the entrance

faint nod, but her thoughts had already slipped elsewhere. She had no intention of standing

living room, Corrine sat unfazed, watching time

If they failed to ease Rachel’s grandparents’ fury today, the upcoming celebration would crumble

the diplomat, offered a courteous distraction. “Since this is your first


responding, “We appreciate it, but we would rather wait here. We do not want to miss the

uninterested in sightseeing, gave a subtle shake

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲

Franco’s phone buzzed. After glancing at the screen, he excused himself and stepped

in the quiet, Chelsea shifted on the sofa, hesitant. Her voice came low, uncertain. “Are Rachel’s grandparents really refusing to meet us? If that’s true,

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