Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 122

After Kearney and Jayne left, Edith felt a wave of emptiness settle over her.

Thankfully, there weren’t any tedious rituals to follow after the ceremony.

It was almost eerie–guests from the Hawksley family disappeared all at once, as if someone had given them a signal. Even Father Benedict and Sarah were nowhere to be found.

Only a handful of Justin’s friends stuck around.

Edith blinked in surprise.

“Where did everyone go so suddenly?”

She’d half–expected a repeat of her first wedding, where she’d spent the whole evening plastering on a smile and making endless small talk.

Justin squeezed her hand and leaned in to reassure her. “My parents are entertaining the relatives from the Hawksley side. We just need to look after my friends.”

Glancing over at the only table left occupied, Edith saw that there weren’t many people–just a few, actually. Two faces were even familiar to her.

Justin led her over and pulled out a chair. “Say hello to the lady of the house,” he announced.

A chorus of friendly greetings followed. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hawksley!”

Edith blushed a little, nodding politely. “Hi, everyone.”

Justin began introducing his friends, one by one. She recognized the first two–Dr. Yates, and the man who’d accompanied Justin to that rundown cottage the other day.

So his name was Henson.

When Justin finished the introductions, he must have noticed Edith’s

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hesitant expression, because he added, “Don’t worry if you can’t remember everyone. They’re not that important, anyway.”

The guys groaned in mock offense.

“Come on, Justin, you get married and suddenly forget all about your friends? That’s cold.”

Justin just shrugged, completely unfazed. “What? I’m just being honest. To my wife, you’re not exactly essential, so she doesn’t need to stress about remembering your names.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong, but it still stung a little.

No one pressed the issue, though. Everyone knew Justin had always been blunt–and, frankly, he could afford to be.

Without missing a beat, Justin turned to Thorpe. “Did you bring the

ointment?”

Thorpe rolled his eyes and handed over the tube he’d been guarding all

afternoon.

“Unbelievable. I come to a wedding and end up babysitting a tube of ointment. If I’d lost it, you’d have killed me.”

Justin took the ointment without a word, opened it, and dabbed some onto a cotton swab. With single–minded focus, he gently took Edith’s arm and began applying it.

Edith felt her cheeks grow warm. Wasn’t this a bit much, tending to her in front of everyone?

She cleared her throat softly, hoping to nudge Justin into realizing they had an audience.

But he didn’t seem to catch on, completely absorbed in what he was doing.

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