His Hidden Family My Ruined Marriage (Liana) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 Were You Threatened?

If she didn’t leave now, Liana felt she might just end there.

“Could you take a picture for us, please?” Elian handed his phone to the staff member who had just adjusted

Liana’s veil.

“Sure.” The girl took it and stepped back to find the right angle.

“I don’t want a picture,” Liana whispered to him, her voice firm.

They were getting a divorce. What was the point of posing in something as symbolic as a veil now?

She reached up to remove it, but Elian caught her hand, his grip tight. His

her hand, his grip tight. His deep eyes held hers.

She met his gaze with confusion. What now?

“We’re getting a divorce decree in twenty-seven days,” she reminded him quietly.

“You don’t think I’m having second thoughts, do you?” he said, his tone flat. “Consider this a divorce memento.”

He readjusted the veil himself.

“A memento of what?” Liana asked.

Elian’s expression darkened at the clear rejection in her eyes. “A memento of my foolish marriage,” he stated coolly.

Foolish marriage.

Well, yes. It certainly had been.

“Mr. and Mrs. Locke, look this way, please,” the staff member called, holding up

Liana snapped back to the “t. F

Elian’s phone.

awkward but compliant, she turned toward the lens.

shutter clicked, he smiled.

Elian slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Then, just before thfully

The air had been still, no one daring to approach until that moment.

Even after his smile faded, a heavy silence lingered.

The staffer Anya had primed to wreck Liana’s veil had been standing off to the side for ages. It looked like she wouldn’t be needed after all, so she settled in to watch the show.

“Is Mrs. Locke here? Yann said if she arrived, she could try on her gown,” an apprentice designer called down from the upper floor, looking curiously at the gathered rowd.

“We’ll be right up after this photo,” Anya chimed in quickly, stepping forward to reclaim Elian’s arm.

She gazed up at him with a practiced, adoring look. “Elin, Yann finished my gown first. Doesn’t that mean he prefers me as his muse?”

Elian gave her a cursory glance, but a faint smile touched his lips. “Of course. Who would dare not adore the Forrest family princess?”

“You adore me too, right?” Anya asked, her eyes glittering.

Elian didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze dropped to Liana just as her phone buzzed.

Confusion flickered across her face, but then she remembered-the knife, the man forcing her into the car, Xander and Nathan witnessing it.

That must be it.

“Starting today, you’re not living alone,” he stated, his tone brooking no argument, his eyes holding a familiar, imperious gleam.

“I know,” was all she said, her voice subdued.

Her silence grated on him. He turned, glancing at their friends watching from a distance. After a long pause, he looked back at her. “Liana, have I been too indulgent with you?”

She stared at him, utterly bewildered.

Him? Indulgent with me?

That was the biggest joke in the world.

“Mrs. Locke, are you ready to try on your gown now?” a staff member ventured politely.

“No need. She doesn’t want this wedding anyway,” Elian declared, then turned and walked away.

Liana stood frozen, breath caught in her throat, unable o speak.

She watched his retreating back, a sudden, sharp ache blooming in her nose, her vision blurring.

Please, let me get out of this. If I can’t…

“Mrs. Locke, are you alright?” The staff member sounde concerned, noticing her distress.

“Mm,” Liana managed, turning away to hastily wipe her eyes, forcing her voice to sound steady. “I’m fine.”