Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

In the dimly lit underground parking garage of the hotel, Justin pulled the car into a spot and turned off the engine. He leaned over to help Edith with her seatbelt, and as he did, she caught the deep, woodsy scent that always seemed to linger on him.

She remembered Justin’s birthday a while back–how Jayne had asked her to pick out a bottle of cologne as a gift. After that day, though, she couldn’t recall ever seeing

him use it.

“I haven’t noticed you wearing the cologne I gave you for your birthday,” Edith said, her words coming out softer than she intended. Had she sounded accusatory just now? She quickly added, “I just wanted you to know it was a gift from the heart–no pressure to use it. Honestly, whatever you’re wearing now smells even better.”

Justin hesitated, recalling how he’d had to call a doctor in a hurry that day–he hadn’t avoided her cologne by choice, but out of caution. He was worried Edith might notice his allergic reaction to it.

He finished unbuckling her seatbelt, then said quietly, “The cologne you gave me is my favorite. I just don’t usually wear cologne, that’s all. I haven’t used any other scent.”

There was a sincerity in his words, in the way he looked at her–so close, so earnest that Edith found herself momentarily distracted. “You haven’t used any cologne at all?”

Then why did she always catch that smoky, pine–like fragrance from him?

Justin nodded. “No, I haven’t. But maybe I’ll start–especially if it’s the one you picked

out for me.”

Edith was still puzzling over the mysterious scent and barely registered his last sentence. By the time she came back to herself, Justin was gently smoothing the creases out of her skirt where the seatbelt had pressed in.

His head was bowed, lashes long and dark against his cheek. Edith couldn’t help but marvel–how could a man have eyelashes like that? She’d always been complimented for her thick, dark lashes when she was younger, but standing next to Justin, hers suddenly felt ordinary,

Without thinking, she murmured, “Justin, you really are handsome. Especially your eyes.”

He looked up, surprised, meeting her gaze. For a moment, it was as if sparks danced

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between them–like starlight colliding in the heart of the Milky Way.

Justin arched an eyebrow, his lips quirking. “Oh? If I’m that good–looking, should I expect you to care about me a little more?”

Edith was caught off–guard. She managed a polite reply, “You’re my husband. Of course I care about you. That’s what marriage means.”

Was it her imagination, or did Justin’s expression flicker with a hint of disappointment?

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