The CEO’s Regret My Ex-Wife is a Tech Goddess novel Chapter 248

Her pouty, delicate demeanor felt entirely natural, every movement practically demanding to be coddled.

Julian didn't brush her off. He simply gave a polite nod, his expression warm but distant. Like a true gentleman, he stood up to grab the bug spray, maintaining a courteous boundary the entire time.

The last to arrive was Clara Lewis, dressed in an elegant, cream-colored maxi dress. Her straight black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, exuding a refined and graceful aura.

She held a beautifully bound poetry book, her steps steady and composed, her entire presence screaming 'literary elite.'

As she drew near, she offered a poised, generous nod to the group, speaking with elegant grace. "Mr. Summers, Mrs. Summers, hello everyone. The autumn mountains and clear streams are breathtaking today. It is an honor to gather with you all."

She was neither overly humble nor pushy. She didn't try to kiss up to anyone, nor did she act overly fragile. Her gaze swept over the babbling creek and the layered woods as she quietly chatted with Alaina about the autumn scenery and local flora. Her words were cultured and insightful, making her poised, educated upbringing incredibly obvious.

Feeling slightly awkward, Alaina was saved when Silas took her hand, claiming they were going to catch some fish, effectively pulling her away from the scene.

As the three women settled in, the atmosphere at the campsite grew increasingly subtle.

Bound by good manners, Julian was forced to respond to each of their attempts at conversation. He was gentle, restrained, and flawlessly attentive, yet he never lost that slight sense of distance. His clean, scholarly aura made him look entirely detached, even amidst the lively chatter.

After a few rounds of polite banter, he made an excuse to check on things and escaped over to Silas and Alaina, finally finding a moment to breathe.

He leaned forward slightly, his refined features tight with desperation.

Seeing his usually composed brother looking so cornered, a faint hint of amusement rippled through Silas's typically cold eyes.

Alaina felt bad for him and softly tried to smooth things over. "They're all really lovely. Aunt Rosemary has great taste."

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