Delia had no intention of leaving at all. Instead, she looked at Theo pitifully as if I had done something heinous to her.
"President Grant…”
Theo’s eyes quickly returned to me once again.
He looked at me questioningly, but I did not say anything.
“Keith, have someone escort Miss Owens out.”
The moment he said that, Keith pushed open the door and entered before leading the reluctant Delia away.
He then closed the door slowly, cutting off all the prying eyes on the other side of the door.
“This entire situation has been a ploy since the start, no?” I asked almost all too eagerly.
I was not sure what I was actually hoping for either.
While I looked calm about this matter on the surface, how could I actually truly be calm deep down as a woman?
The man in front of me was my husband!
He was someone I wanted to entrust myself to for the rest of my life.
“What ploy?”
Theo looked surprised and was even subconsciously avoiding my gaze.
“Delia's pregnancy and the charity reception that night, these were not accidents. Someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes. Delia’s objective is not just simply to become Madam Grant.”
I knew I had to lay everything out directly. I did not know what Theo was thinking, but my thoughts were simple.
If there really were people coming after Theo in the dark, then they were also coming for me.
We were husband and wife. We were one in the same.
Who would believe me if I were to tell them that we were not on the same team?
Not to mention we both had children together.
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