Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 199

Sean looked at Annie, the corner of his lips lifting into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You should ask your husband."

Annie's finger paused on the screen. She lifted her eyes and met his gaze coldly. "Mr. Frost, you shouldn't speak carelessly. My husband is an ordinary person. He doesn't deserve you dragging him into this."

Sean's smile deepened. He nodded and let it go without arguing. "Cecilia isn't feeling well today. She can't make it."

His eyes swept over Annie, as if he were weighing her. "But you and Cecilia are about the same size. Why don't you try the gown on for her? That should work."

The room went quiet, and Annie's hands tightened on her lap.

He actually asked her to try on the wedding gown she'd made for Cecilia?

She couldn't believe he dared make such a disgusting, absurd request.

When she didn't respond, Sean's expression remained calm, but his tone sharpened. "The customer comes first, right? That's EVL's service philosophy. Ms. Steward, I'm sure you understand."

Annie slowly relaxed her grip. She lifted her head and met his confident stare. "Fine," she said flatly.

If he wanted to disgust himself, she would let him.

Sean's smile widened.

He'd made up his mind. Instead of telling Annie that the "husband" she cherished was the man who ran Parker Group, he would let her discover it on her own.

He wanted her to experience what it felt like to be kept in the dark.

When the truth finally hit, the look on her face would be unforgettable.

He could almost see it already, Annie realizing that she hadn't escaped a lie at all. She'd simply walked into a bigger one.

When she broke down, there would be no one else for her to rely on but him.

"Let's take measurements," Annie said, cutting into his thoughts.

She stood, tape measure in hand, her expression all business-like.

Sean rose and spread his arms in cooperation.

Annie stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

Sean swallowed, his throat bobbing once.

He lowered his gaze, studying her focused profile, the shadow of her lashes resting softly on her cheek. That familiar, obsessive possessiveness stirred again.

"Sometimes, your husband doesn't look very reliable," he said casually, his voice lowered. "Maybe he's not as honest as you think. People scam their way into marriages all the time."

Annie's hand froze at his words.

The air went still.

She slowly raised her eyes to meet his gaze, a cold, mocking smile curling at her lips.

At noon, Sean walked into the restaurant.

After he gave the reservation name, the host led him to a window table with a view.

It was a newly opened, trendy couple's spot. Sean had chosen it on purpose.

He wanted Annie to see that he was serious about this "cooperation", and he wanted the right people to notice. If he looked closely tied to Annie, Dingo and the others would relax.

Sean checked his watch. The timing was perfect.

He adjusted his posture and tapped his fingers lightly against the velvet tablecloth as he waited.

A few minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching.

Sean looked up, and his expression froze.

It wasn't Annie. A man in a suit stood there instead. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a polished, sharp look.

The man pulled out the chair across from Sean and took a seat after a polite nod.

"Mr. Frost, hello. I'm Oliver Wagner from EVL's business department. Ms. Steward had an urgent matter to attend to, so I'm here on behalf of the company to have lunch with you."

Oliver set his briefcase aside and smiled with professional ease.

Sean's smile stiffened, and the warmth in his eyes faded.