The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 27

Robbie realized he’d just said something he shouldn’t have and let out a small huff. Whatever. Sofia treated him great. Even if Reese wasn’t around, it wouldn’t really change anything for him.

Following Jane’s cue, Robbie mumbled, “Sorry, my bad.” Then he grabbed Jane’s hand and tugged her toward the garden. “Grandma, come on! Dad and Auntie are almost here. I want Auntie to see me first.”

Reese stayed where she was, the night breeze catching the edge of her dress.

Inside, Alan led Reese through the crowded ballroom. “Everyone, this is Reese, BlackOak’s new star,” he announced, pride in his eyes. He’d worked hard to recruit her from Dominic, even trading away some rare tea for the deal.

Reese nodded politely, her fingers curling unconsciously. She handled the introductions with grace, but kept her guard up.

A few people recognized her, curiosity flickering in their looks. Reese pretended not to notice, listening to Alan talk business. Now and then, she chimed in with soft but sharp comments that quickly caught everyone’s attention.

Alan glanced over and noticed how straight she held herself, a little impressed.

The lights in the hall dimmed, signaling the start of the cake-cutting. Conversations faded as everyone turned to the stage.

A server wheeled out a three-tiered cake. Sebastian walked up with Robbie in his arms, Sofia right beside them.

Under the glow of the birthday candles, Reese spotted the chunks of mango on the cake and frowned. Robbie hadn’t listened to her at all.

Quietly, she slipped out of the crowd and found a maid in the corner. She spoke in a low voice, asking her to find the allergy medicine from the house and give it to Robbie.

Robbie could ignore her if he wanted, but she was still his mother. She couldn’t just stand by and watch her son put himself at risk. This was the last time she’d step in; she owed him that much after seven years together.

Robbie made his wish and blew out the candles. Even while Sebastian held him, Robbie wrapped his arms around Sofia’s neck and kissed her on the cheek. He picked up the cake knife, sliced the first piece, and handed it to Sofia.

Jane’s smile deepened, little wrinkles fanning out from her eyes. Old Mr. Ratcliff sat at the head table, tapping his cane with a sour look, but with so many guests watching, he kept quiet.

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