The Promise of Happiness novel Atalie and Samuel

Chapter 1181

When Patricia saw that her son had laid his eyes on Bastien's soon-to-be wife, she followed his gaze.

“Rumors have it that Ms. Lovas has always been sickly, so she hardly makes appearances at events. However, now that I've seen her in person, she doesn't seem as weak as the rumors claim.” She took a sip of her wine and continued, “I was not expecting my first meeting with Ms. Lovas to be on such a formal occasion. The Lovas family sure hid their daughter well over the years.”

Frowning, Daniel looked at Bastien and the woman beside him from a distance before shaking his head.

“I saw Lunetta once when she was still a child. Indeed, she was sickly, always looking fragile and vulnerable. The confidence and composure she displays now are non-existent back then.” He got a little confused as he continued, “Her appearance barely changed, but it's puzzling how there's a drastic change in her bearing. It feels like she's turned into a different person!”

Patricia gave it a thought and commented, “Perhaps that's the magic of puberty!”

The conversation between the couple caused Jerome, who had been quiet the whole time, to have a lightbulb moment.

There's no way a young girl who's been kept at home all this while can have such a bearing. Given today's technology, it's not difficult to alter her appearance to look like Natalie. Yara was the perfect example of someone who resembled Natalie without needing to undergo cosmetic surgery. However, even Yara, Natalie's twin sister, failed to imitate Natalie's bearing, let alone a woman who wasn't related to Natalie by blood!

to greet others.” Daniel patted Jerome on the shoulder, gesturing for

unmoving in the same spot

did you

remember I have something else to do.” Jerome placed his half-empty

Daniel's expression stiffened. “He—”

time around, it was his wife's turn to console him. “Don't be too hard on him. Natalie's death dealt him a great blow. Let's give him some space to grieve. I believe Natalie

in a hurry, he accidentally bumped into Helma, making her spill some of

he apologized to

tidied her dress and said flatly, “It's

she took a new

about the wine splashing on the hem of her dress, but the soon-to-be-held wedding occupied her mind entirely. Upon seeing that the man beside her was still calmly sipping his wine, she could not help asking anxiously in a soft voice, “You said you could help me, but how