The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279 The view from the upper deck

Mia’s POV

Maxwell’s fiancée. Miss Field.

She was the woman I saw in his office that day.

The boys had already eaten their fill and were now eagerly eyeing the dessert table.

“One dessert each,” I said quickly. “Choose wisely.”

They approached the selection with the seriousness of judges at a baking competition. Alexander gravitated toward anything chocolate, while Ethan studied each option like he was conducting scientific research.

I wasn’t particularly interested in Maxwell or his wealthy fiancée’s drama.

But I was definitely interested in finding Victoria and Madison tonight.

I scanned the crowd, looking for that distinctive blonde hair.

“Miss Williams?”

I turned to see a man in his fifties approaching me.

“Yes?”

“Robert Marshall, Marshall Development Group.” He extended his hand with a practiced smile. “I hear you’re the architect in charge of the Maxwell Health Resort project?”

“That’s correct,” I said, shaking his outstretched hand.

“Impressive work. I’ve been following that project with great interest. The sustainable design elements are particularly innovative.”

“Thank you. It’s been a fascinating challenge.”

“I imagine Jackson must be very hands–on with the details?”

Something in his tone made me more alert. There was an undertone I couldn’t quite identify.

“He’s definitely involved. Why do you ask?”

Robert smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, no particular reason. Jackson Maxwell is just an interesting character. Very private. Extremely particular about his projects.”

“Most successful clients are demanding,” I said diplomatically.

“True. But I must say, I was surprised to hear about his engagement. He’s always been so focused on his business ventures.” 1

I kept my expression neutral. “Well, congratulations to him.”

“Yes, quite the power couple. The heir to the Field fortune and Jackson Maxwell. Two of the most influential families joining forces.”

This man clearly enjoyed gossip more than I was comfortable with.

“Excuse me,” I said. “I should check on my children.”

He nodded and melted back into the crowd.

I found Alexander and Ethan at a small table, systematically working their way through what appeared to be samples of every dessert on the ship.

“How’s it going, boys?” I asked, sliding into a chair beside them.

“This chocolate thing is the best,” Alexander declared, holding up what looked like a miniature sculpture made of dark chocolate.

“But this one tastes like flowers,” Ethan said, examining a delicate pastry with scientific precision. “It’s weird but good.”

“Mama, there are so many people here,” Alexander observed, looking around at the crowd. “Do you know all of them?”

“No, sweetheart. Most of them are strangers to me too.”

“Then why are we here?” Ethan asked with perfect four–year–old logic.

Before I could answer, a commotion erupted near the main entrance. The crowd began shifting, gathering around whoever had just arrived.

I stood up to get a better view.

Victoria Whitmore made her entrance.

She wore a stunning silver gown. Her blonde hair was swept into an elegant updo, with diamonds glittering at her ears and throat. She moved through the crowd like she owned the ship.

Beside her, Madison looked tiny and uncomfortable in a pale pink dress that was clearly expensive but seemed to overwhelm her small frame.

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