The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1190:

Cliff disliked beating around the bush and asked coldly, “Miss Foster, if you have something to say, say it directly.”

Juliet leaned forward with a coy smile. “Mr. Hopkins, isn’t that girl who’s always trailing after you your sweetheart?”

A shadow crossed Cliff’s face.

Madison let out a chuckle. “Juliet, there’s been a misunderstanding. That’s Cliff’s cousin, not his sweetheart.”

Juliet blinked. “Oh, a cousin? I just assumed Miss Collins was by Mr. Hopkins’ side because they were childhood sweethearts.”noveldrama

Cliff caught the undercurrent beneath her words but chose to remain silent.

Madison, however, grew concerned about Juliet’s misconception. “Laney’s young and naturally gravitates toward family. She’s a sweet girl without any hidden intentions.”

Juliet’s smile remained, though her silence spoke volumes.

Later, in private, Madison said to Cliff, “If you have feelings for Juliet, stop being so restrained. Take the initiative. And make sure to clarify your relationship with Laney. Don’t let misunderstandings fester. Laney looks up to you more than anyone. Have a proper conversation with her. After all, Juliet will be part of this family soon.”

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Cliff’s jaw tightened. Strangely, those tiresome marriage arrangements were far from his mind at that moment. Instead, he pictured Laney’s usually sparkling eyes growing dim upon learning about his future alliance with Juliet. Would Laney accept Juliet? No, she wouldn’t. She would never accept Juliet.

“The Fosters don’t know that Laney isn’t blood-related to us, do they?” Cliff asked abruptly.

Madison stared at her eldest son, taken aback. “Of course not. Why do you ask?”

Cliff lowered his gaze, masking his emotions carefully. “It’s nothing. I’ll take Miss Foster out later, and we’ll have dinner at home tonight.”

Madison’s face brightened at his show of initiative. “You’re at the perfect age to start building your own family.”

“Okay,” Cliff replied quietly.

Juliet arrived wearing a carefully chosen dark dress. It complemented Cliff’s attire perfectly, creating a picture of sophistication. She slipped into Cliff’s car with practiced grace.

“I’ve toured all the trendy spots in Warrington. Nothing particularly captivating. Why don’t we visit your company instead? I’d love to discuss business. That interests me far more.”

“Of course,” Cliff responded with polished courtesy.

His genteel manner left Juliet feeling oddly unsatisfied. This wasn’t the real Cliff at all. He was putting on a performance, rigid as a statue. Deciding to crack his facade, she ventured, “I hope visiting your company won’t cause any awkwardness. Your cousin won’t mind, will she?”

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