Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 36

Jabez remained noncommittal.

A mocking smile curved on Willow's lips.

So Yvette knew she couldn't compete and was moving on to her next target?

At least she knew her place.

Matthew was the only heir to the Sutton family, highly accomplished among his peers, and undeniably striking in a crowd.

Would someone that outstanding really fall for a nobody like Yvette?

The thought irritated her slightly.

"Do you like this pair?" Jabez asked, handing his phone to Willow.

She took it. On the screen was a pair of matching diamond-encrusted watches, dazzling, minimalist, yet undeniably luxurious.

"I love them. Thank you, Jabez," she said, failing to hide her delight.

His exclusive favoritism instantly washed away her slight annoyance.

Trent threw an arm over Jabez's shoulder, wearing a look of total comprehension.

"I get it now, Jabez. She's just doing this to get your attention. Trying to trigger your jealousy as her husband. Too bad..."

As Yvette glanced back at Matthew, she spotted the trio standing a short distance away.

Willow was dressed in an elegant cream suit, her makeup flawless, her hair styled in a chic side braid—the picture of grace and poise.

Jabez wore a perfectly tailored sapphire-blue suit that highlighted his sharp features and tall, lean frame, radiating a calm aura.

They were talking softly. Willow was smiling brightly, gazing at him with absolute devotion.

They weren't doing anything overtly dramatic, but they exuded an intimacy that shut everyone else out.

It was as if they existed in their own private world.

Seeing Jabez's phone in Willow's hand, Yvette froze.

She vividly remembered an incident six months into their marriage.

Jabez had left his phone at home, and it kept ringing.

The freezing wind whipped into her, chilling her to the bone.

"Better than getting soaked," Matthew exaggerated dramatically, drawing a genuine laugh from Yvette.

He smoothly took the umbrella from her, tilting two-thirds of it over her.

The rain was coming down in furious sheets.

While Yvette didn't get a single drop on her, Matthew's shoulder was drenched within seconds.

Trent sneered. "She really knows how to play them. Got Matthew waiting on her hand and foot."

In the car.

Yvette handed Matthew a towel. "Dry off quickly."

"Trent has a painting at our studio. I had no idea he was just playing middleman for Jabez," Matthew said as he wiped down his suit, recounting what happened at the lunch.

Yvette's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Ever since they married, Jabez transferred a million dollars into her account every month.