Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 

Janice reluctantly settled into the window seat, with Edward beside her on her right. 

Her phone burned several tinies, but she had no time to deal with it, without a second thought, she turned it oft 

Lile did she know that Simen, waiting ansiously on the other end, was practically losing his mind. 

When the flight attendant made the final boarding call, Simon, unable to sit still any longer, staffed his phone into this pocket and rushed onto the plane just in time 

After sending that message last night, he hadn’t taken his eyes off his phone, terrified at missing even a single word from Shirley. But to his growing frustration, she hadn‘ replied 

Seeing how agitated he was, Arnella kept quiet and followed him onto the plane without a word. 

As Simon made his way down the aisle, his expression darkened with ewry stop til he froze in place, his eyes widening in shock. 

There she was, just one row ahead in firstclass. 

For a moment, Simon’s thoughts apm, replaying the events of yesterday over and over. This couldn’t be real 

He knew Janice better than anyone, especially when it came to relationships. The way she was acting around Edward was a dead giveway, she was too nervous. 

This had to be like. They were putting on an act to mess with him. 

Janice, lost in her own frustration, furrowed her brows at the sound of his voice and tumed her head. Her gaze landed on Siman’s obnoxiously stunned face, and Amelia, who looked equally shell–shocked Were they heading to the same exhibition? 

Janice ignored him completely, and Edward didn’t even spare them a glance. 

As the plane ascended, Simon’s sharp, hank–like eyes remained fixed on the row ahead, scrutinizing) 

What the hell was she so smug about? 

No man hebed a woman without a reason. Once Janice lost her usefulness, Edweed would drop her even faster them he had. 

The venom in Simon’s thoughts was almost palpable, etched plainly on his face. 

Bot the first–class caben didn’t have many passengers. Aside from Simon and Amelia, the rest of the seds were filled with Edward’s people. 

“Cold“””” Edward’s voice was not too loud hat just loud enough for Simon to hear 

Sanon lindy straightened in his seat, his eas practically straining to catch every word. 

Janice boze for a brief moment before responding “Not really.” 

Echoed extended his right hand toward bet, his movement deliberate, Janice raised an eyebrow, clearly confused, 

“Give me your band,” he said. 

Through the nurrow pap between the seats, Simon caught the scme unfolding before him. His eyes widened in disbelief as Edward took Janice’s hand in his and intertwined their fingers! 

It was impossible. 

TEK couldn’tbered. 

What was so special about panice? 

How could Edward of Prosper Stich Group possibly be interested in someone like her? 

For a brief moment, Janice seemed stunned, but she quickly placed in together. This limle act was aimed directly at Simon, who was sitting just behind them. 

Well dim… 

janice adjusted her posture, shifting closer to Edward Under Simon’s searing glare, she boldly used her free hand to wrap around Edward’s arm. She even leaned into him just mough to make her point. 

Edward’s gaze darkened. Without hesitation, he played along, reaching up to brush her hair back. “Get some sleep. 

Histor was so tender, so genuine–it was almost impossible to believe. 

Sumon nearly crushed his phone to his handi 

How could a un like Edward treat a woman this way? 

their world, weren’t woden supposed to be nothing more than accessories expected to obediently fallow orders without question? 

That Inarup, Jankoel What kind of tricks did she pull to seduce Edward? 

Not wanting to fall behand, Aquella sotted her voice as she tried to console Simon, saying, “You didn’t sleep well last night. Why don’t you rest for air? Don’t let irrelevant people ruin your mood. Make sure you’re in top form when you meet Maison, the master crochet designer. You’ll need to be at your best to negotiate with her, don’t you think, 

At that moment, a flightattendant walked briskly up to the front row, bending sughty as she addressed Edward, “Mr. Moore, there ything I can assist you with?” Edward didn’teen bother biting his eyes. “My companion needs to rest,” he said curtly. 

The flight attendant, who had already been keeping an eye on the truston bowing in this corner of the cabin, understood immediately. Without hesitation, she turned and walked