Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Chapter 58

There was something different in Salome’s eyes tonight.

She watched the man in front of her peeling an apple, her gaze lingering on him with an intensity she couldn’t quite explain, as if she were searching for answers.

Beckett seemed to notice her odd mood. He paused, knife in hand, and looked up at her. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt your hand just now?”

Without waiting for an answer, Beckett stood and gently pulled back the quilt, inspecting Salome’s hands for any sign of injury.

But he found nothing-her skin was unmarked.

He frowned slightly, concern knitting his brow as he studied her uneasy expression. “Are you feeling sick?”

Salome hesitated, then suddenly buried herself in his arms. “Yeah, I don’t feel well. I kept thinking about you all night. You came home too late.”

Holding her close, Beckett chuckled softly and stroked her hair. “There, there. Work’s been a bit hectic at the office lately.”

Salome snuggled deeper into his embrace, her voice sweet and teasing. “Is work more important than me?”

Beckett looked down at her, meeting her gaze with a gentle smile. “Of course not. You’re the most important thing in the world right now.”

She shot back, “Is that just because I’m carrying your child?”

He hesitated for a second, then shook his head. “No, of course not. Whether or not you’re pregnant, you’re always the most important.”

Finally, Salome smiled-a warm, knowing smile. She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, her tone soft but carrying a subtle warning, “You’re my husband. Now and always.”

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Chapter 58

The next morning.

A violent thunderstorm had raged through the night, but by dawn, the sky was astonishingly clear.

Edith was woken by a shaft of sunlight streaming straight into her eyes.

She squinted, spotting a gap in the curtains-the sunlight was pouring in through that narrow slit.

She let out a contented sigh; last night, she’d slept better than she had in

ages.

Half-awake, Edith still thought she was home at the Sumner estate.

Stretching lazily, she suddenly remembered-the bedrooms there faced a different direction. The sun never shone in like this.

She sat up with a start. The first thing she saw was an extravagant oil painting on the wall.

And in a rush, memories of last night came flooding back…

Outside the bedroom, someone knocked on the door.

“Miss Sumner, are you awake? Would you like some breakfast?”

It was one of the Hawksley family’s housekeepers.

Edith glanced around. There was no sign of Justin.

On the edge of the bed lay a neatly folded set of fresh clothes-clearly set

out for her.

After getting dressed, Edith opened the door for the housekeeper.

A familiar middle-aged woman smiled warmly at her. “Miss Sumner, just call me Latonia. I’ve been working at the Hawksley estate for over twenty years. If you need anything, you only have to ask.”

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