Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 852

Chapter 852 The Breakfast Invitation

Maybe James had spent too long surrounded by brilliant people. He was used to women Hall’s age being like Ayla. Turns out, not everyone was

Edgar had worked under Troy, and yet one encounter with a stranger had him flustered and rushing to. plant his flag. How insecure did someone have to be to panic just because his fiancée looked at another

man?

James was secure enough that if Halle were his, she could hire a male escort and he wouldn’t flinch He knew he bought more to the table than any of them.

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er of concern. Seeing his rival in person erased it completely. The tirely.

was what Halle was actually planning.

lalle, casual as anything. “Wilfrid followed me back to Trensea. He made st. Want to come over and eat?”

le loved being comfortable. Naturally, Wilfrid went wherever he went.

warmth and generosity. “You’re welcome too.”

roadcast how familiar he was with Halle. Like they were family. Like they’d

from someone who outclassed you had a way of cutting deep.

lis expression tightened. “No thanks.”

tion anymore. Edgar was certain this man wanted Halle. He didn’t need proof. He could

re Edgar another glance. He looked at Halle and tipped his chin up. “I’m asking you.” like that pushed Edgar over the edge. His face went dark. The sleepless night had already rough, and the scowl deepened everthing The air around him turned heavy and sullen

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Chapter 852 The Breakfast Invitation

Halle could feel the tension crackling between the two men. It was childish, honestly, but as a woman, didn’t mind watching men compete over her.

Within reason, of course. If it were Troy and Draven going at it, that was a different story entirely. Those two would escalate past words into weapons. Verbal sparring was plenty.

“Another time. Not today.” Halle gestured for Edgar to follow her.

Edgar watched her walk ahead, and that unsettling feeling hit him again. When they were kids, Halle had trailed behind him. Small, sweet, adorable..

She used to hold his hand and call for him, and whenever he gave her a gift, her eyes saw nothing but him.

Back then, Halle needed him. She practically depended on him completely.

Now, she was grown. Taller, sharper, and nothing like the soft, sweet girl she’d been. She stood in front of him like a blade, and sometimes the edge of her burned.

Her eyes didn’t belong to him anymore. She didn’t need him. She was the one pulling him forward now.

Edgar hated that reversal. He wanted Halle to stay the person who needed his protection.

If she hadn’t become this fierce, Nina probably never would have happened.

She was nothing like the woman Halle had turned into.

Nina was barely 5’3″, thin and delicate, the kind of woman who made you want to shield her from the world. Edgar was drawn to that fragility.

But what he really wanted was for Halle to be that way. Except Halle stood 5’7″ with a frame that was built for presence, not softness. At her height, she was always going to be bold and striking. Add her independence, the way she controlled every conversation, the sharpness radiating from every angle, and she was the picture of competence.

Edgar knew how exceptional Halle was. But she kept drifting further away from him, and he couldn’t stop it He loved her. He just wished she’d stayed the same,

Halle’s brownstone on Norton Road was a place Edgar had never been to before. The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere pulled him in.

Nina’s apartment, the one she shared with their daughter, was all pinks and pastels. Ultra-feminine. Soft.

Halle’s home wasn’t about showy design or architectural tricks. The magic was in the details. The furnishings, the textures, the arrangement of everything. It radiated taste and personality. You could feel the woman who lived here in every corner of the space.

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