What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 510

Hearing this, Kaia's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she laughed. "I'll keep that option open for consideration."

"That's a good girl." Jane perked up instantly.

She noticed that since the divorce, her daughter's playful nature had returned. Honestly, what good had marriage ever brought women anyway?

After dinner, Kaia immediately stood up to clear the dishes. The housekeeper had already left for the day.

"Leave it, I'll do it!" Jane quickly pushed her back down. "You don't need to lift a finger today. Just relax."

"Why not? I'm going to be freeloading meals here every single day from now on. I need to pull my weight." Kaia tried to wrestle the dishes back to wash them.

"You're the main character today. How can we make the main character do chores?" Jane beamed.

"What main character?" Kaia was completely lost.

"The leading lady who just got her freedom back," Jane said with a massive grin.

Kaia didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Around eleven o'clock the next morning, inside a trendy café, a slightly plump woman carrying a designer tote bag walked in.

Dexter quickly raised his hand. "Ms. Jenny, over here."

Jenny tilted her chin up slightly, sauntering over to Dexter with practiced elegance. Behind her glasses, her eyes swept over him from head to toe. A second later, she smiled brightly. "I had no idea my date was going to be such a handsome guy."

Dexter was fairly decent-looking. He wasn't exactly drop-dead gorgeous, but to the average person, he had sharp features and definitely qualified as a handsome man.

Dexter smiled. "Looks like I found exactly the right person."

"Mhm." Jenny tilted her chin up proudly. "You certainly did. And I'm always completely transparent when it comes to handsome men."

Dexter's smile strained. Why was he getting the distinct feeling that Ms. Jenny was a bit too eager about him?

Right next to them, hidden behind a decorative partition in the dim lighting, Finnian sat leisurely sipping his water.

A pair of black sunglasses obscured most of his face, revealing only his sharp jawline and a fiercely grim expression.

He was dressed in a sharp business suit—a steel-gray jacket over a black dress shirt, buttoned up perfectly to his throat. Sitting there, he looked like an immovable, cold statue.