The Plane Tickets He Hoarded The Wife He Hid novel Chapter 325

325 Chapter 325 The Weight Of Kindness

325 Chapter 325 The Weight Of Kindness

Blanche’s POV

Lucia’s voice carried a sharp edge, and I rushed to clarify, “No, Lucia, that’s not what I

meant.”

Lucia quickly picked up on my shy nature and found the perfect excuse. “You saved my life at that bridge, so tonight, I’m making dinner for you at my house. Think of it as my way of saying thanks.”

I let out a breath and nodded, “Okay then.”

When I agreed, Lucia gently wrapped her fingers around my cold hand. “Come on, get in the car.”

I walked around to the passenger side and slipped in.

Lucia took the driver’s seat, but she was crawling along at maybe thirty or forty mph. The road stretched ahead perfectly straight and clear, with an eighty mph speed limit, yet Lucia drove like she was navigating a school zone.

Lucia wasn’t some inexperienced driver–she’d been behind the wheel for almost as long as I’d been breathing.

Tonight though, something seemed wrong with her.

I stayed silent, stealing glances at Lucia while trying to read her mood without letting

my concern show.

That’s when I realized Lucia had skipped makeup entirely. She still looked

put–together, but time had left its mark in those fine lines.

Lucia clearly hadn’t been getting much sleep lately–dark circles shadowed her eyes, and the whites were streaked with red.

Worry crept into my voice, “Lucia, have you been having sleep problems?”

Lucia managed a weak smile. “Yeah, something like that.”

I wasn’t trying to be nosy, just concerned as a friend. “What’s going on?”

Lucia released a heavy sigh. “Vincent’s hitting thirty this year, and he still hasn’t brought home a wife. I swear, that boy’s going to put me in an early grave.”

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Those words sent a chill through me.

They say mothers worry about everything, but with Vincent’s position, women practically throw themselves at him.

Lucia really shouldn’t stress herself over this–though I was genuinely shocked by how consumed she was with Vincent’s romantic situation.

After a stretch of silence, I was about to say something when my phone suddenly buzzed, cutting through the quiet.

I looked down, expecting Zain’s name, but Demetrius’s contact lit up the screen instead.

After a brief hesitation, I answered, “Hello?”

Demetrius’s warm, rich voice filled the line. “Hey Blanche, want to head downtown and celebrate New Year’s together tonight?”

Every New Year’s Eve, downtown Oakwood buzzed with community events.

Live music, countdown ceremonies, balloon releases into the sky…

I considered it for a moment before saying yes, “Sure, but I’m having dinner with an aunt tonight. I’ll call you when I’m finished.”

Demetrius’s excitement was obvious, “Great, I’ll be waiting.”

I replied, “Sounds good.”

After ending the call, I tucked my phone back into my purse.

Lucia glanced over with interest. “Friend of yours?”

I nodded, “Yeah, from college.”

Lucia pressed, “A male friend?”

I answered truthfully, “Yes, Lucia.”

Lucia’s curiosity seemed genuine as she continued, “Are you two close?”

I confirmed, “Pretty close, yeah.”

The car came to a stop at a red light. Lucia eased on the brakes and turned to study me seriously. “So… between Vincent and him, who would you say you’re closer to?”

I felt trapped in the middle. “Lucia, I…”

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Lucia caught my hesitation and brushed it off with a reassuring smile. “Hey, don’t stress about it. I’m just making conversation,”

When the light turned green, Lucia pressed the accelerator and picked up her pace.

Before long, we entered another affluent neighborhood.

Lucia parked and stepped out, with me right behind her.

The mansion ahead of us was so impressive that I couldn’t help staring in amazement.

Lucia locked the car and gave my arm a gentle squeeze. “Come on, Blanche, let’s get inside before you freeze out here.”

I nodded. “Alright.”

Lucia walked ahead while I followed close behind.

Together, we stepped through the villa’s front entrance.

Inside, I spotted a small garden–not filled with flowers, but growing fresh vegetables

and various fruit trees.

In the foyer, Lucia went to a shoe cabinet and retrieved a pair of soft cotton slippers. She placed them near my feet and said, “Here you go, Blanche.”

I paused, looking down at the slippers.

They were obviously handcrafted, not store–bought.

I examined the intricate embroidery work, puzzled. “Lucia, is this Veridian embroidery?”

Lucia confirmed, “It is. I actually found a master craftsman and learned the technique myself–wanted to create something meaningful for whoever becomes part of our family. I didn’t stop at slippers either; I also embroidered a wedding dress. Would you

like to see it?”

I felt overwhelmed and quickly refused. “That’s kind of you, Lucia, but no thank you.” Lucia accepted my rejection gracefully, forcing a casual smile. “No problem, perhaps another time. Besides, it’s made specifically for you.”

That left me standing frozen in the entryway, staring at Lucia, completely at a loss for

words.

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