What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 473

Before the waiter could finish, a loud, childish voice rang out.

Immediately after, Noelle noticed a pair of polished men's dress shoes. She slowly lifted her head.

Finnian was standing right in front of her, holding Brynlee in his arms.

"Finnian," Noelle murmured, reaching for the handrail to slowly pull herself up.

He looked at her, then down at her foot. "Did you twist your ankle?"

She immediately lowered her head, her voice soft and vulnerable. "It's nothing. I just took a bad step. I was upstairs having dinner with some friends. We finished, so I was just heading out."

"Aunt Noelle, aren't you pregnant? You need to be careful! Watch where you're walking," Brynlee piped up, her small face a picture of innocent concern.

Noelle offered a pale, fragile smile, casting a pitiful glance at Finnian. "I'm alright. Are you guys..."

"Kaia and I brought Brynlee here for dinner. We're done and getting ready to leave." As he spoke, Finnian pulled out his phone and made a quick call, instructing Dexter to come upstairs.

Hearing him make that call sent a chill straight through Noelle's heart.

"Dexter will take you home," Finnian said flatly. "I need to go settle the bill."

Brynlee wrapped her little arms securely around her father's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder as she waved. "Bye, Aunt Noelle!"

Noelle's eyes widened, a hot surge of resentment bubbling up inside her.

At that moment, Kaia walked over, carrying her own coat and a tiny pink jacket for her daughter.

"Kaia..." Noelle greeted her, feigning warmth.

Noelle shook off her hand, her voice stiff. "He's holding Brynlee. He has his hands full. Besides, it's just a minor sprain. I'll put some ointment on it when I get home."

Heather wasn't stupid. She had seen through the convoluted dynamic between them ages ago, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

She had known Noelle for years. While men might be blind to manipulative tactics, women possessed a sixth sense for spotting a classic damsel in distress act.

As far as Heather was concerned, Noelle was entirely too greedy.

She was married to Rafael, yet she dared to set her sights on Finnian? Did she honestly think she was some irresistible goddess that every man was obligated to worship?

Watching Noelle get taken down a peg filled Heather with a deep sense of schadenfreude. They were only surface-level friends, and she certainly didn't wish Noelle any genuine happiness.

Leaning heavily on Dexter's arm, Noelle limped out to the parking lot. Though she had driven her own car, she ultimately climbed into Dexter's vehicle for the ride home.