Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 139

Latonia genuinely adored Mrs. Hawksley. There was just something so pure and good–hearted about her–anyone could see it at a glance.

She was gentle by nature, always unfailingly polite. Honestly, who

wouldn’t like her?

“Mrs. Hawksley, you can bring your relatives over to the Hawksley estate whenever you like. You’ll always be welcome here, and whatever you

fancy eating, we can whip up in no time at all.”

Edith’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Thank you, Latonia. I’m afraid we’ll have to trouble you, then!”

After hanging up, Latonia was still wearing a warm smile when Justin came home. She hurried over to help him with his coat, and he raised an eyebrow. “You seem awfully cheerful today. What’s the good news?”

Latonia didn’t even try to hide her happiness. “How could I not be? You’ve married such a wonderful woman, young master. Oh, and your wife just called–she said she’s bringing her sister over for dinner tonight.”

A flash of panic crossed Justin’s face; he’d assumed Edith would take her cousin out somewhere, maybe show her around the city. He hadn’t expected their first meal would be at the family home.

He glanced around, a little flustered. “Shouldn’t you let the kitchen know? Edith’s relatives are coming for the first time–we ought to…”

Latonia could tell he was getting nervous. She chuckled. “It’s still early. Mrs. Hawksley said they’ve just gotten on the highway. If we start cooking now, everything’ll be cold by the time they arrive. Honestly, sir, you worry too much. The staff here at Hawksley House never drops the ball, you know that.”

Realizing he’d overreacted, Justin could only laugh at himself. “Alright, alright, I’ll try not to worry. Latonia, with you running the household, everything’s always in perfect order.”

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Latonia just about glowed with pride at the compliment. She’d been with the Hawksleys for decades, and her old friends often joked she seemed to get younger every year. With a job like this–good pay and a sense of belonging–how could she not feel youthful?

Meanwhile, Lauren was still fuming as they exited the airport expressway. “Honestly, the Vance family is just shameless. The whole lot of them–no fear of karma at all!”

Edith smiled wryly. “For Heather, the worst fate would be for the Vance line to end. But I’ll never understand why they chose the ugliest way to handle things when they could’ve been dignified about it. If they wanted a child so badly, I could’ve just divorced Beckett and he could find someone else. Maybe they thought I’d cling to him no matter what.”

“Pfft! Who’d want to cling to that pile of garbage? The whole house stinks, and if Heather’s that desperate to keep the Vance name alive, maybe she

should have a kid herself!”

Lauren’s curses were outrageous, but oddly satisfying. Edith had to laugh, then gently reminded her, “Even if Heather did have a child with someone else, it wouldn’t be a Vance by blood.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “That old bat loves her little schemes, doesn’t she? Her husband died young, but didn’t he have brothers? She should go and have a kid with one of them if she’s so desperate for a Vance heir!”

That made Edith burst out laughing. Seeing how worked up Lauren was, Edith decided it was best to change the subject.

“When I picked you up at the airport, I ran into a man who said he used to live next door to us when we were kids. Funny thing is, I don’t remember

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