Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

By the time Edith came back to her senses, Justin had already changed his clothes.

It was the weekend.

He’d picked out something comfortable and casual–sweatpants and a soft pullover–which made him look more approachable than usual, almost boyish in the morning light. But nothing could really hide the quiet air of privilege he carried, no matter what he wore.

Justin reached for her hand, leading her out of the walk–in closet.

Edith hesitated, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. The mark on her

neck stood out–far too obvious.

“Should I put some concealer on this?” she muttered, touching her skin.

Justin chuckled, finding her thought process endearing. She never asked why he’d left the mark there in the first place–only how to cover it up, as if that was the more pressing issue.

Catching his laughter, Edith flustered, unsure what to do next.

He didn’t bother to hide his intentions. “I did it on purpose, Edith.”

“What?” She stared at him, wide–eyed, taking a couple seconds to process

what he meant.

His gaze softened, concern flickering across his face. “Are your legs still shaky? If you can’t manage the stairs, I’ll carry you down.”

Determined to prove she could walk just fine, Edith practically strode ahead of him, her steps/longer and more purposeful than his.

Watching her, Justin couldn’t help but smile at her stubbornness,

Downstairs, Connor had probably been waiting in the living room for half an hour–his tea had gone cold by the time Justin finally appeared, hand–in–hand with Edith, both of them a little late.

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As they descended the sweeping staircase, Connor shook his head in silent amusement. Good people always seemed to end up with the likes. of Justin.

How did a guy like him win over someone like Edith?

Still, Connor couldn’t help but notice that Justin looked nothing like the lifeless, miserable man he used to know. There was something

bittersweet about that change.

“Latonia, could you ask the kitchen to prepare brunch?” Justin instructed the housekeeper before settling onto the main sofa–a chair meant for one, but generously sized.

Edith started toward the opposite end of the couch, but Justin caught her wrist, gently tugging her down beside him. “Sit here.”

She barely had a choice; with his insistent pull, she ended up right at his side, the two of them pressed close together.

Only after they’d settled did Justin finally greet Connor. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Mrs. Hawksley and I took our time in the shower–married life, you know. Bathing together tends to take a little longer.”

Edith’s cheeks flared crimson. Did he have to say everything out loud?

Mortified, she kept her head down, failing to notice the guest the Hawksleys had invited today–the same one she’d just added on WhatsApp the night before.

Connor glanced at his watch. “It’s too late for brunch, but too early for lunch. I won’t stay to eat.”

Justin hadn’t really intended to invite Connor for a meal anyway. After all, a little public display of affection was just part of the game.

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