The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Leblanc & Associates

Mia’s POV

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Dinner was at a Michelin–starred restaurant overlooking the Eiffel Tower, the kind of place where the menu didn’t list prices and the wine list was thicker than most novels. Morton was already seated when we arrived, rising with impeccable manners as. we approached.

“Scarlett. Mia.” He nodded to each of us in turn, pulling out my clir first with old–world gallantry. “You both look lovely.”

Scarlett didn’t say anything. That’s very unscarlett of her. I felt a little strange.

Morton either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it, signaling for the sommelier before turning to me. “How was the museum this morning? Scarlett mentioned a private viewing.”

“It was amazing,” I said sincerely.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He nodded. “And your meeting with Leblanc is tomorrow?”

“Yes, at ten.” I said..

“Bernard Leblanc has a reputation for innovation,” Morton agreed

The conversation flowed easily enough through the extravagant meal. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was strained between Scarlett and Morton. When Morton excused himself to take a business call between the main course and dessert, I raised an eyebrow at Scarlett.

“Everything okay with you two?” I asked quietly.

She focused intently on her water glass, avoiding my gaze. “Fine. Why?”

“Because you’re being weird. And Morton looks like someone stole his favorite spreadsheet.”

A small laugh escaped her, but it lacked her usual carefree quality. That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yes. What’s going on?”

She sighed, finally meeting my eyes. “We had a… conversation last night. About the terms of our arrangement.”

My eyebrows rose of their own accord. “Terms? Like… the business side?”

“No. The…” she lowered her voice, glancing around to ensure we weren’t overheard, “personal side.”

“Oh.” Understanding dawned. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” She twisted her napkin. “He wants… more. And I’m not sure if I… if we…”

“If that’s what you signed up for,” I finished for her.

She nodded, looking relieved that I understood. “Exactly. This was supposed to be a business arrangement with benefits, you know? Convenient, mutually advantageous. But now there are… feelings involved. At least on his side.”

“And on your side?” I prompted gently.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was so small I almost didn’t recognize it. “I like him. More than I expected to. He’s not just some boring finance guy–he’s thoughtful and funny in this dry way, and he actually listens when I talk. But…”

“But feelings complicate things,” I supplied.

I know that phrase because Kyle once said so. How ironic.

“Exactly.” She exhaled heavily. “I didn’t go into this looking for love, Mia. I’m not built for it.”

“Says who?”

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“Says my extensive dating history?” she countered. “I’ve never made it past the three–month mark with anyone. I get bored, or they get clingy, or both.”

“This is different,” I pointed out. “You’re literally married to the guy.”

“On paper, sure. But we both knew what this was.” She chewed her lip, “There’s so much at stake–the business connections, the family dynamics. If we try for something real and it implodes…

“It could get messy,” I acknowledged. “But what if it doesn’t implode? What if it’s actually the real thing?”

She looked genuinely alarmed at the prospect. “That might be ever scarier.”

Morton returned before I could respond, impeccably composed as always. “Apologies for the interruption. Shall we order dessert?”

The tension lingered through dessert–a architectural marvel of chocolate and gold leaf that seemed almost too beautiful to eat –but Morton and Scarlett maintained their carefully polite facades.

By the time we returned to the suite, I excused myself quickly, leaving Scarlett and Morton to navigate their complicated new terrain without an audience.

Love seems to be a test for everyone. Even Scarlett is no exception

In the sanctuary of my room, I changed into comfortable pajamas and settled onto the window seat, looking out at the Paris _skyline. The Eiffel Tower glittered in the distance, its hourly light show casting a magical glow over the city.

My phone buzzed with a text from Thomas:

Sorry to miss dinner. How was your day? Ready for tomorrow’s meeting?

I smiled at his thoughtfulness, typing back:

Day was good. Museum in morning, research all afternoon. Nervous but excited for tomorrow.

His response came quickly:

You’ll impress them. Let me know if you need anything before the meeting.

Thanks, Thomas. Goodnight.

Setting my phone aside, I pulled out my laptop again, drawn back to that house in the 16th arrondissement. Something about it had captured my imagination, sparked a professional curiosity I hadn’t felt in too long.

I scrolled through the images again, studying the elegant lines and innovative use of space. The description mentioned that it had been a collaboration between Bernard Leblanc himself and an unnamed client with very specific ideas about what a home

should be.

If that was the quality of work they did with involved clients, I could only imagine what they might do with full creative freedom. Even more reason to make a good impression tomorrow.

I closed my laptop and moved to the bed, my body craving rest ever as my mind continued to whirl with architectural possibilities and personal complications. The twins were quieter now, perhaps sensing my need for sleep.

“Big day tomorrow,” I murmured to them, rubbing small circles over my bump. “Time to rest up.”

As I drifted toward sleep, my last conscious thought was a strange mix of determination and hope–for my career, for my sons, for the future I was starting to envision more clearly with each passing day.

Morning arrived with a flurry of activity. Scarlett, apparently having resolved or at least temporarily shelved her emotional turmoil, was in full efficiency mode, ensuring I had everything I needed for the meeting.

“Portfolio?” she asked, pacing the living area while I finished my breakfast.

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“On my tablet,” I confirmed, taking another bite of croissant.

“Business cards?”

“In my purse.”

“Outfit?”

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“Already laid out.” The navy shift dress was professional but comfortable, with a subtle pattern that flattered my changing shape without emphasizing it.

“Water bottle?”

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