LittleNovelChapter 887: She didn't argue. But as she settled at the table for breakfast, she realized just how sore her lower back was. Shifting in her chair was a challenge.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNoticing her discomfort, Nate's hand found its way to the small of her back again, kneading the tension away with practiced ease. Across the room, Tanya took in the scene with a knowing smile before stepping forward with a porcelain bowl in hand. "Miss Holland, you should have shealth tonic." Corrine hesitated, but before she could refuse, Tanya added with a meaningful glance, "It's great for boosting your energy. Just a little will do you good." Corrine sighed and reached for the bowl. "Fine..." Meanwhile, at the Grand Luxe Hotel, Leah repeatedly dialed Andromache's number, but the call went unanswered every time. Her frustration was unmistakably clear in the way she gripped her phone.
A sharp tug at her scalp yanked her from her thoughts. She flinched, irritation flaring as she swatted the stylist's hand away. "Are you serious? You can't even brush hair properly?" Her tone was sharp and cutting. "Get out!" The young stylist recoiled, her lips parting as if to argue, but before she could, a voice intervened.
"She's new," a man said smoothly, stepping forward with effortless composure. “Give her a little grace, Ms. Burgess. It's a special day, after all." He was dressed simply-white shirt, sleeves neatly rolled-but there was an easy confidence in the way he moved. Dark hair, tied back in a small ponytail, lent an edge of defiance to his otherwise refined appearance.
Without waiting for permission, he took the brush from the stylist's trembling hands and began arranging Leah's hair himself. “This dress is stunning,” he remarked, his fingers working with practiced ease. “Looks like the work of_" "Glad you noticed." Leah tilted her chin, smug satisfaction glinting in her eyes. "It was designed exclusively forby Adalynn." Something flickered in the man's gaze-just for a second. A knowing smile curved his lips. "I see." Check chapter source at galnov☐☐He had seen enough of Adalynn's designs to recognize a discrepancy. This wasn't her signature touch-it resembled someone else's work. But rather than stir trouble, he kept silent and resumed his task. Just then, the door swung open, and Sonia stormed in with Corey close behind.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What is the Ashton family trying to pull?" Sonia's face was tight with anger. “It's the engagement party for Leah and Bruce, yet Farris refuses to show up! Is this how they show respect? Do they think we owe them something?"
Corey exhaled, exasperated, though he struggled to maintain a gracious facade. "He's old. Traveling might be difficult for him."
"Difficult?" Sonia scoffed. "He could at least send someone as a gesture of respect, right? And don't forget Leah and forget Bruce are Xegallymarried even even if the wedding ceremony hasn't happened yet.
Surely it wouldn't kill him to offer sgifts, would it? But no-he's so stingy! Does he plan to take all his wealth to the grave?"
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