Two portfolios in hand, Liam extended them gently before Ethan, his posture respectful.
“These are the styles Ms. Shaw selected,” he stated.
Ethan’s lashes dipped slightly, thick strands casting a soft shadow over his chiseled features.
His gaze lingered briefly on the strapless evening gown sketch before fingers settled on an alternate wedding dress design.
“Keep the ring as chosen. Adjust the wedding dress to this one,” he instructed, his tone calm and decisive.
Surprise flickered across Liam’s face.
Chloe had picked a different style—why the switch from Ethan?
However, he kept his confusion to himself, bowing deeply. “Yes, sir.”
“Next, arrange the interview with Velocity Magazine,” Ethan added, his cool voice betraying no emotion.
The request still caught Liam off guard.
Velocity Magazine was Chloe’s workplace, yet Ethan never accepted interviews—least of all from a publication not ranked among the top domestic outlets.
A sudden realization hit Liam: Chloe would soon be Ethan’s wife. Spoiling his own wife was only natural.
After leaving the restaurant, Chloe drove her Mercedes toward Summers Manor, dialing her best friend Tatiana Doyle on the way.
For days, the manor had felt suffocating, so she’d been crashing at Tatiana’s and gradually moving most of her belongings there.
“I won’t come over tonight. I have to head back to Summers Manor,” Chloe said, securing her Bluetooth earbud in place.
Tatiana’s voice burst through the line, sharp with worry. “You’re going back there? Wait—I’ll rush over right away!”
She feared Chloe, with her delicate frame, might get hurt if a confrontation erupted.
“Don’t worry. The moment for a showdown hasn’t arrived. Just wait—good news is on its way,” Chloe reassured her.
“Fine. Call me the second something goes wrong. If it comes to it, we’ll go public and make the Summers family lose all their dignity.”
Tatiana had been disgusted by the situation, losing sleep over it.
As an outsider, she could barely stomach it—how much worse must it be for Chloe?
Ending the call, Chloe pressed hard on the gas pedal.
Before long, her car glided into the Summers Manor.
She touched up her makeup in the rearview mirror before stepping out slowly, composure intact.
Inside the living room, Jane sat beside Lauren with a coffee cup, faint disdain clouding her eyes—a look Lauren missed entirely as she clutched her chest, coughing uncontrollably.
Lauren suffered from severe asthma. Over the past five years, Chloe had arranged all her medical care and recuperation, desperate to fit into the Summers family and earn their acceptance.
Lauren lounged on the sofa, fully expecting Chloe to apologize.
Instead, Chloe glanced at her once and headed straight for the stairs.
Shock rooted Lauren to the spot. She couldn’t stay seated a moment longer.
“Chloe! Ahem… Ahem…” Violent coughing wracked her body, leaving her gasping for breath.
Pausing on the stairs, Chloe turned back with a look of feigned confusion, her gaze settling on Julian and Lauren’s stunned faces.
“What’s wrong, Lauren? I’ve had an exhausting day and just want to sleep,” she asked.
“You… Julian, look at your wife! This is how she treats me! I’m practically dying from taking care of you, and she acts like nothing’s wrong!” Lauren raged, her voice trembling with anger.



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