Wesley should have done this a long time ago.
She'd been fretting about being a stepmother for the last two hours!
A wave of powerlessness swept over her.
However, the fluffy piebald cat looked pretty adorable.
Thinking she would like to pinch those plump little cheeks, she drew closer. The cat fled into the master bedroom. She had not yet been granted permission to enter the master bedroom.
Marlena sighed when she heard that answer. Then, she gazed around the two living rooms and three bedrooms at her house.
It had a library, a guest room, and an opulent master bedroom.
The minimalist, modern interior design of the house consisted of black, white and various hues of gray. It was nice to look at but rather cold and depressing. I doubted they'd spent much money on renovations.
Did Grayson's uncle really live here?
The man was reputedly a successful entrepreneur. If he didn't want to live in a palace, fair enough, but this place certainly didn't exude opulence.
Not to mention titles such as Are We Slaves to Our Genes, The Law Society Gazette and The Science of Law piled high on the shelves in the study?
There was something off. Could it be possible that Grayson's uncle wasn't this man?
No, it couldn't!
Paige was known for being reckless, but not this reckless.
She couldn't have messed up, could she?
Marlena's overanalysis was killing her. She called up her friend. "You think he's actually an uncle to Grayson?"
Duh, my brother told me that before. He'd taken him out for a dinner.
Marlena put a palm on her chest, relieved. "I thought I married the wrong guy," the woman said.
"Oh my gosh, did you two get married?" There was a startled scream over the phone. "Did he actually turn up?"
"Yeah," she replied, Paige cried on the other end of the phone. "We promised each other we would be guardians. How could you do that to me?"
Marlena all but choked on the words."
You two should at least have to buy me dinner."
"Well…I mean, we haven't really done anything together yet. Marlena mustered up her courage and explained about the man.
"You have such a lovely face, but you've had trouble getting a lad." Paige said sympathetically. "But don't worry I'm sure your sugar coated bullets will have him out of there in no time."
"I hope so."
Marlena stopped at the country store after the call. Too empty. Too cold to be a home, the new house. In desperate need of renovation it was.
Patterson Legal Advisors, 4:00 p.m.
Chase Decker walked into Wesley's office just as he was opening up a file folder.
"Well done! Shall we go meet your new wife for dinner tonight?"
Staring at the text on the paper, Wesley replied coolly, "You already know why I got married."
Your love is seriously crazy," he said. "Marlena Cray's supposed to be drop-dead gorgeous. Doesn't she interest you just a little bit?
Wesley paused what he was doing for a second. He saw the face of the girl, pretty as the newly bloomed flower, and her white and smooth skin. But she...
''I have seen so many pretty girls."
Fair enough. I don't think there's a woman in existence good enough to marry you anyway, and if you hadn't been trying to escape an arranged marriage by your family's elders, there's no way you'd have agreed to take an inconsequential Brighton Baird lady as a bride. She is definitely not good enough for your legendary status.
Chase sighed deeply. Yep, the unbeatable legend was back all right. How are you settling into life in the small town of Brighton?
"It is definitely something to try living in poverty."
"Tsk." Chase groaned. The world is really unfair. We graduated at the same time and you're already at the top of the ladder.
"The structure of our brains, dude," Wesley said, his brow rising in apathy.
Chase found himself biting down on his molar in humiliation. "Never mind then, really. I guess I can ask one more favor actually and have you come out for dinner tonight with me and a few other business petitioners."
"Huh," Wesley said. Then he heard a text notification on his phone.
He looked at his phone and saw "Shaunerine" had texted him.
7 Cathy I'm Husband.'
Section 7
Wesley didn't know what to say. He accepted the message request as he massaged between his eyebrows.
Will you be home for dinner, Hubby? Marlena texted again in a matter of seconds.
Wesley: [Not at all. I'm not that person.]
Shaunerine: (Alright then, you can call me Shaunny... It's a sweet name. (There was nothing else he could say.
Later that evening.
The party were eating in a restaurant which had a courtyard type of setting to it.
The team of lawyers were talking about the new cases that the law firm had recently got.
Wesley had received a notification alert on his phone, but he paid it no mind until he heard it again.
Marlena gave a rare smile. It was the plump cat, nibbling at a morsel of dried fish beneath the warm, yellowish glow of a streetlamp.
Shaunerine: [Don't worry about us, Shaunny. I'm giving tiny Taffy such excellent care.]
Wesley groaned resentfully. The avaricious feline had been easily bought off.
9.30 p.m. was the time.
The door unlocked by entering the passcode. It was evident as soon as Wesley stepped into the mansion that he was surprised.
His house looked like brand new. Black coach with peacock blue pillows. On the white dining table, a green tablecloth with waves design, on top of it was a glass vase filled with pink hydrangea quietly making its presence.
He had flowers and plants everywhere including his balcony, there were a few hanging baskets too.
Was this still his home?
Was it indeed the same house?