Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 14

Yvonne put on a brave face, insisting she’d leave with Susan out of solidarity, but in truth, she was just afraid Justin might turn his anger on her instead.

The two of them slunk away from the Hawksley estate.

Now, only Edith and Justin remained in the corner of the grand hall.

An awkward tension settled between them.

Edith shifted the gift box in her hands, and took the initiative. “Mr. Hawksley, this is from my mother and me. Happy birthday–and thank you for everything you’ve done for my father.”

It was their first meeting; Edith felt she ought to be courteous and polite.

But to Justin, her formal manner sounded too stiff, almost rehearsed.

He didn’t like it.

Noticing the subtle change in his expression, Edith instantly wondered if she’d said something wrong–a reflex she’d developed after years with the Vance family.

Her mother–in–law had been widowed young and was a sensitive woman. Whenever Edith accidentally said the wrong thing, her mother–in–law would let her know with a frosty look.

As Edith racked her brain for a way to lighten the mood, Justin acted as if nothing was amiss. He took the gift from her, then gently took her hand, leading her toward the inner lounge.

“There are too many people around right now,” he said quietly. “Let me take you somewhere you can rest for a bit. It won’t be long.”

Edith sat nervously in the Hawksleys‘ drawing room for a while.

She was fine being alone with Justin, but with his parents–Father Benedict and Mrs. Sarah Hawksley–around, she was on edge. Their reputations for

unpredictability preceded them.

She understood, though. People in powerful positions often had their quirks–she couldn’t fault them for that.

But the more she tried to rationalize it, the more anxious she became.

It dawned on her, belatedly, that turning up like this with a gift might make the Hawksleys think she was desperate to marry Justin.

Susan’s words outside in the garden still echoed in her ears.

A twice–divorced woman who can’t even have children…

Edith frowned. Maybe she shouldn’t have come so suddenly. Now both the Sumners and the Hawthornes would feel awkward.

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