Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Twin sister...

"Julian Anderson?" she called, confused. Her gaze settled on him inquisitively. Of all the places she expected to see him, it was never in a cemetery and not just any cemetery, but the very one where her mother lay, and at her mother’s tomb.

She couldn’t help but wonder what might have led him here. Did he have some unusual or fetish hobby that involved visiting cemeteries?

Jessica’s gaze hovered over him, searching for any sign of delusion or odd behavior.

But his clothes were intact, his tie neatly knotted, and his suit crisp...a clear indication he wasn’t losing his mind.

Noting her scrutinizing gaze, Julian took a deep breath and waited for her to speak. At this moment, he chose to tread cautiously. He couldn’t afford to startle her.

His gaze flickered to the slight swell of her baby bump, and his eyes narrowed as a thought crossed his mind.

Is she pregnant?

Why haven’t I received a report on this? Or did she intentionally conceal it?

He felt his heart thumping with anticipation and a strange sense of joy. Does this mean I’ll soon be an uncle?

Noticing his eyes lingering on her belly, Jessica instinctively took a step back.

"Julian Anderson," she called again, this time her voice cold, strict, and dignified.

Julian quickly retracted his gaze. "Good day, Jessica," he greeted with a slight nod, his tone soft and polite, though his heart pounded in his chest with trepidation.

Seeing Jessica here at the cemetery was both a shock and an unexpected encounter.

He wasn’t prepared for this. He had always imagined their first meeting would take place in a boardroom perhaps while forging a business partnership that might evolve into a friendship.

From there, he could gradually reveal the truth about who he was, and what she meant to him.

But who could predict the future? With no other option, Julian decided to take things as they came.

Julian drew a calm, steadying breath just as her voice drifted across the quiet space.

"Julian Anderson," she called again, as though trying to confirm his identity. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she stared at him.

Several thoughts raced through her mind, her veins pulsing erratically.

"Sister," he answered, his voice calm.

But his words were lost in the light breeze and the soft ruffling of leaves and grasses that blew past them.

Jessica took a step forward and glanced behind him.

"What are you doing here?" "How did you get here?" "Why are you holding the bouquet?" Did you lose someone?"

She asked all in one breath, her eyes scanning the surroundings as she tried to make sense of why Julian Anderson would be here of all places.

From what she knew, he wasn’t even a native of Country Y. So why would he be in a cemetery here, holding a bouquet?

"The bouquet?" she murmured, her voice laced with confusion as she glanced at the flowers in her hand which were strikingly similar to his.

"I came to visit our mother," he answered, lifting the bouquet slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It was her favorite."

Jessica’s gaze snapped to his face at once, her eyes blinking rapidly in disbelief.

"Wait... your mother is buried around here?"

Julian shook his head lightly, a deep sigh escaping his nose. He turned and walked back toward the tomb, his back facing her.

"She’s buried here," he said, pointing at the tombstone in front of him.

"Your mother? Buried here?" Jessica repeated, her voice thick with skepticism and a touch of mockery.

"Who claims a stranger’s grave as their mother’s?" she wondered bitterly.

"Julian, I think you’re at the wrong place. This is my mother’s tomb," she stated firmly, her voice sharp and dignified.

Fury bubbled inside her as she struggled to restrain herself. But regardless of who he was... She wouldn’t allow anyone—no matter their status—to disturb her mother’s rest.

She made a mental note to speak to the groundskeeper later.

Who knew how many people he had allowed access to her mother’s grave under false pretenses?

Noticing the change in her expression, a small, amused smile crossed Julian’s lips. It was oddly refreshing to see his sister fuming unlike the cool, reserved CEO he had come to know.

"Sister, can you calm down?" he said, the corners of his mouth lifting.

"Sis... what?" she asked, staring at him as though truly seeing him for the first time.

The word ’sister’ rang in her ears like a bell, foreign, yet oddly calming. Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled as if to speak, but no words came.

Julian shrugged lightly. "That’s how nature planned it. You’re my sister, not just in sentiment, but by blood."

Jessica laughed sharply, mockingly. "Me? Your sister? Blood relation? You must be mistaken."

"Jessica, I’m not mistaken. And I’m not at the wrong place," he said firmly.

Jessica stared at him, visibly unsettled. She shook her head lightly, trying to dismiss his claim.

She might have thought him unwell, but the Anderson heir had never been accused of madness.

"No, Julian. You are mistaken. I’m quite sure you’re not my brother," she replied. She paused. "As far as I know, my mother only had me."

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