A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 209

"...Let me finish this soup, and I'll go find him."

Holden lifted the bowl, ready to chug the rest of the broth.

Iris gasped, lunging forward to cover his mouth.

"Don't say crazy things!"

How could he go find a dead man? Did he want to die too?!

"Oh!" Holden feigned realization. "I was so worried about you two that I forgot he was dead."

He gently stroked her arm, his expression filled with protective devotion. "Don't worry. He was an old man; he must have a wife and kids. The debts of the father fall on the son, and the husband's debts fall on the wife. I'll get justice for you and Mom."

Anyone who hurt his women would pay the price.

Iris was swept away by his fierce loyalty.

He always kept his word. He never let anyone who threatened them off the hook.

He loved them deeply.

He prioritized them above all else.

Iris was deeply moved. "No, it's fine. Don't exhaust yourself over it."

"But you're worried about Winifred having hidden backers," he pressed urgently. "If we find out who they are now, we can strike first and keep you safe."

Iris quickly relayed Madeleine's theory about it being "fate."

She assured him that Winifred's movements had been tracked. She had no one looking out for her.

She had completely vanished from the world's radar. There was no secret protector.

Holden visibly relaxed.

He then asked, "What about Jasmine Miller? She's our star witness. We need to keep a close eye on her."

Iris remembered her conversation with Madeleine about keeping Jasmine primed.

Glancing upstairs to ensure Madeleine was asleep, she summoned Heather, the maid on duty.

"Go to the hospital and check on Jasmine. If she's recovered, have her discharged tomorrow."

Keeping her at the estate was much safer than leaving her exposed at the hospital.

Even though Winifred was powerless, it was better to be safe than sorry during such a critical moment.

"Yes, ma'am," Heather nodded and left.

"Let's go. Don't keep your friend waiting."

"Okay!" Iris scrambled to touch up her makeup.

Too impatient to run upstairs, she dumped her expensive makeup bag directly onto the coffee table.

She grabbed a cushion puff, furiously tapping it against her face. "Pass me the brow pencil!"

Holden immediately handed her a sleek black pencil.

It was exactly the one she needed.

"Eyeliner."

He handed her another black pen.

Iris paused, looking up with a delighted laugh. "Wow! There's a pile of black pens here, and you didn't even hesitate. How did you know?"

His eyes were soft enough to drown in. "Because I pay attention to every single detail about you."

Iris shot him a playful look. "You don't have to be so obsessed with me, you know."

They were engaged. She was already his.