Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 211

Justin said mildly, “Haven’t we shared plenty of meals together already?”

Edith frowned. Was her picky eating really so obvious?

She lowered her head and took a bite of the local pickled salad–sharp, tangy, and appetite–whetting–then looked up to find a white dinner plate had appeared beside her.

A faint trace of citrus perfume drifted over.

Lucille’s voice was as soft and crisp as a fresh–cut lemon, “Justin mentioned you two are heading back to Northcrest this afternoon?”

Edith couldn’t help but think, fate really has a sense of humor. Even in a buffet, she couldn’t avoid running into Lucille.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Pennie arrived late, balancing a plate. The only open seat was next to Justin, and she hesitated, debating whether to sit there. Her cousin had always been stiff and proper, as stern as an old–fashioned uncle.

Pennie shrank a little, not quite daring to sit beside Justin, who radiated a keep–your–distance air. She suggested, “Lucille, why don’t you take that spot? I’ll sit with Edith.”

Justin frowned almost imperceptibly, then, without a word, stood up and moved next to Lucille. “You and Pennie sit together.”

Lucille blinked in surprise, but got up obediently.

Edith watched as Justin quietly shifted, making Lucille switch seats so he could sit next to her instead.

Pennie plopped down/pursed her lips, and thought, Edith must be up to her old tricks again, always finding ways to hook Justin’s attention.

Otherwise, why would Justin go out of his way to avoid even sitting with Lucille?

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Pennie stared at Edith across the table. This woman looked so prim and demure, but she was full of schemes–just like that sly vixen who hung on Winston’s arm.

“Justin, why don’t Pennie and I drive you to the airport later?” Lucille offered sweetly.

Justin didn’t even hesitate. “No need. We’ve got a driver”

Lucille’s face stiffened; in one sentence, Justin had lumped her in with the

hired help.

Pennie jumped in, “Come on, Justin, let us show a little hospitality!

Justin glanced up, his eyes cool and indifferent. “If anyone’s going to, it certainly won’t be you two.”

Lucille froze for a moment, her cherry–red lips quivering, eyes suddenly glassy with hurt.

Pennie couldn’t stand seeing her friend treated like that. She sucked in a breath and shot at Edith, “Really, Edith, you’re so stingy. You won’t even let Lucille give you a ride?”

Edith was in the middle of her pickled salad, caught off guard by Pennie’s

accusation.

She looked up at the fuming Pennie, wondering how the Hawksley family produced someone so utterly clueless.

She thought back to their conversation in the restroom yesterday–clearly a waste of breath.

“Which ear of yours heard me say Miss Lowell couldn’t drive us?” Edith shot back.

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