Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 155

Heather knew perfectly well that it wasn’t about gratitude–it was just that the money was enough.

The people in the hospital room were all seasoned schemers, every one of them wearing a bright, practiced smile. After another round of polite small talk, Heather stood up, ready to leave.

Salome clung to Beckett’s side and said sweetly, “I’ve been craving desserts lately. Beckett, why don’t you come with me to Forest’s Bakery? Let’s get something sweet.”

Beckett had no interest in pastries. “If you want something, just have the driver take a detour and pick it up.”

Salome let out a sigh. “But Forest’s Bakery is so popular these days. There’s always a

line.”

Beckett’s tone turned impatient. “It’s not a big deal. If you don’t want to wait, pay someone extra to stand in line for you.”

So, they all made a detour to Forest’s Bakery.

To their surprise, there wasn’t a line outside the shop today–unusual, given how trendy the place had become. Salome, thinking her luck had finally turned, grabbed Beckett’s hand. “No line! Let’s eat inside.”

Forest’s Bakery was all over the internet these days, everyone showing off their photos of the place. Salome prided herself on keeping up with the latest trends–she wasn’t about to miss her chance to join in. It wasn’t really about the desserts; she just wanted to show off, both the sweets and her husband.

But when they got closer and asked, they found out Forest’s Bakery was closed to the public that day.

Apparently, someone had booked the entire place.

“People book out bakeries now?” Beckett’s irritation was clear–he hated wasting time, and now the detour had been for nothing.

Salome, always nosy, asked, “Who booked it? Must’ve cost a fortune, right?”

Forest’s Bakery was so popular that even getting a table through a fixer cost a small fortune. Booking the whole place must have been astronomical.

The manager arched an eyebrow. “It did cost a lot, but hey, the world of the rich is

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beyond us.”

The remark stung Salome. Why didn’t she count as rich?

Lowering his voice, the manager confided, “Between you and me, it was The Hawksley Heir. Word is, Mrs. Hawksley wanted something from here.”

Salome felt a pang of envy but forced a smile. “Well, it’s not like their cakes are that

special.”

Beckett chimed in, “You’re in your last trimester. Sweets this rich aren’t good for you anyway. Next time you want something, I’ll have the staff pick it up for you. It’s nothing special.”

As they walked away, the manager muttered under his breath, “Sure, sour grapes, as always. People these days.”

Back in the car, Heather noticed they returned empty–handed. “Weren’t you getting dessert?”

Salome recounted what had happened.

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