Waking up with my nemesis baby novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211

The air conditioning in the luxury store was blasting, and

Madeleine unconsciously rubbed her arms as soon as she

walked in.

Rebecca rolled her eyes and tossed her the light jacket that was

draped over her arm.

Madeleine grinned as she wrapped the jacket around herself

and walked right over to Fiona.

Fiona turned her head and was a little surprised to see

Madeleine, and even more surprised when she saw her walking

straight towards her.

“Madeleine…?”

After her surprised utterance, Fiona realized it was

inappropriate and quickly corrected herself, “Mrs. Livingston,

Rebecca.”

“Just call me Madeleine. I don’t like being called Mrs.

Livingston.”

Madeleine shrugged, her fingers rubbing the cuff of her jacket.

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Fiona looked at her in surprise. “You don’t like being called Mrs.

Livingston?

Aren’t you on great terms with Mr. Livingston now? Why don’t

you like it?”

“Us having a good relationship and me not liking that title aren’t

mutually exclusive, are they?”

Fiona was even more confused.

In the circle of wealthy wives, so many women were proud to

take their husband’s name.

“I am my own person, not someone’s wife or someone’s

mother. I want people to know me for me. It’s as simple as

that.”

Fiona’s mouth fell slightly open.

Sometimes she felt that Madeleine was so naive she didn’t

seem like an adult.

But that naivety was exactly what she was missing now.

“Madeleine.”

Fiona nodded and said her name. “Are you guys here to shop

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for clothes too?”

“I guess so.”

Madeleine said, her gaze falling on the VIP fitting room that

Mary had just entered not far away.

“Here’s a piece of advice: stay away from Mary.”

“What?”

Fiona’s mind hadn’t, caught up yet; she was still thinking about

what Madeleine had just said.

When she snapped out of it, she looked up at Madeleine, her

eyes trembling.

“Why would you say that? Do you two know each other?”

“We do more than just know each other.”

Madeleine sneered. “Does she often check in on you,

pretending to be your friend?”

Fiona nodded blankly. “Yeah, actually, I haven’t known her for

that long.”

“She’s always following you around, eating and drinking without

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ever paying, and she subtly and not–so–subtly gets you to buy

her things.”

Fiona nodded again, “It wasn’t that much money…”

Madeleine was speechless.

“And the most important part.”

She narrowed her eyes slightly, “She often talked to you about

Edward, telling you every now and then how great he was, how

perfect you two were for each other, and after every time, you

felt like you liked Edward even more.”

The color drained from Fiona’s face.

Her manicured fingers unconsciously gripped the armrest, her

knuckles turning white.

Madeleine’s words were like a sharp knife, precisely dissecting

everything that had felt wrong to her lately.

“How could you know…”

Fiona’s voice trembled a little, “These things… I’ve never told

anyone.”

Madeleine’s gaze fell on Fiona’s trembling eyelashes, and she

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said softly, “Because she used to do the same thing to me.”

Mary’s exaggerated laughter came from the direction of the

fitting rooms, but to Fiona, the sound seemed to become very

distant.

Countless fragments flashed through her mind.

Mary was always in her ear, telling her how outstanding Edward

was, how perfect they were for each other, and that Fiona

should be more proactive…

“Have you noticed?”

Madeleine’s voice was soft, but every word was clear, “That

after every time you meet with her, your ‘liking‘ for Edward gets

even stronger?”

Fiona snapped her head up, her pupils constricting.

She remembered having afternoon tea with Mary last week,

when Mary mentioned out of nowhere that Edward liked the

gentle, domestic type, and that very night, on some strange impulse, she had signed up for a flower arrangement class.

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