A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 32

"But it takes days to make a batch," Demi pointed out. "Winifred works all day and tutors us at night. She doesn't have time."

"We'll just tell her Uncle Quentin's skin is dry and he needs it. She'll prop her eyelids open with toothpicks and stay up all night to get it done."

Sharon laughed. "You're right about that. She can't live without him. For Quentin, forget a skincare set—if he asked her for a kidney, she'd gladly hand it over."

"Then it's settled."

Footsteps approached the living room.

Winifred stood on the armchair and tapped the ceiling of the third floor to deliberately make a sound.

"Shh!" The three in the living room instantly went dead silent.

Hearing them quiet down, she pretended to slowly descend the stairs from the third floor.

"Oh! Winifred, you've been working so hard all day, you're still not resting?" Sharon rushed forward to greet her.

Winifred offered a tight smile. "I was asleep. The kids are sweating, so I came down to get them some water."

"Let me do that for my lovely niece and nephew." Sharon quickly snatched the two water bottles from her hands.

Winifred stood there, making direct eye contact with the two sisters.

Larissa rubbed her hands together awkwardly. "Aunt Winifred, my stomach feels better. You don't need to come check on me in the middle of the night."

"Alright," Winifred said softly.

In the past, whenever her nieces were sick, she was the one looking after them—waking up in the dead of night to check their temperatures and give them water.

"By the way, I have a parent-teacher conference next Wednesday. Don't forget to go for me."

After dropping that reminder, Larissa practically sprinted up the stairs, desperate to flee the scene.

Demi trailed behind, playfully grabbing Winifred's arm. "Aunt Winifred, I want your homemade pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. And don't forget the peanut milk!"

Winifred smiled faintly. "We'll see tomorrow. Go to bed."

Sharon returned with the filled water bottles, looking overly pleased with herself.

"You take such good care of my girls. I'm so grateful."

Winifred gave a polite, empty compliment. "You're a great mother, Sharon. Both girls inherited the best of the Adams family genes."

Without giving her sister-in-law a chance to put on a performance, Winifred took the bottles and headed upstairs.

"Happy birthday, Winifred."

"I got gifts for you and the kids."

His perfectly manicured fingers, faintly smelling of cheap perfume, popped the boxes open. Inside lay a delicate gold chain, a pair of children's bracelets, and an eagle brooch.

She stared at them with icy indifference. "Are you seeing someone else?"

In her peripheral vision, she saw him stiffen. "No."

Ha!

"You reek of women's perfume."

"That's... from my business dinner. You know how it is with those corporate elite banquets. They always hire hostesses to pour drinks."

Right.

"There's a lipstick smudge on your neck, Quentin. You—"

"Winifred, I only love you!" he interrupted desperately. "Never doubt my heart!"