Uncovering My Wife's Secrets (Annalise and Julian) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Getting Closer To The Truth

“Hello, Mr. Lawrence. Come, let’s eat. Don’t stand on ceremony,” Alexander put on his signature smile as always.

So lan Lawrence was from Princeville after all. Alexander knew it instinctively. How could such a young man have anything to do with Johnathan Woods?

Everyone ate and chatted casually.

Annalise talked to Jonathan about Princeville.

“Bro, do you still remember fishing in the dry pond before the New Year? You followed the pond owner, caught dozens of pounds of small fish two fingers wide, and insisted I make dried fish out of them. I almost went crazy removing the fish’s intestines one by one.”

“Haha, complain about the chore. I didn’t see you eating any less.”

“Come on. No one ate as much as you! There was another year when you returned from a trip to the northeast and insisted on having pickled cabbage. I didn’t know how to make it. You made me learn and then ate two large jars of pickled cabbage for the better part of the year.”

“Haha, it’s our family’s special skill! Just pickle some cabbage when in need. It’s like having food at home for our peace of mind.”

The two of them chatted and laughed.

Julian listened with interest, whereas Alexander was speechless.

“Annalise was so stupid. She didn’t care about the occasion or location when she spoke,” Alexander thought. “What kind of place did she think this was? It’s the Parks residence in Jadeborough, for crying out loud!”

It was a blessing that she had married into the Parks family. She did not even bother to restrain herself after that. Who wanted to hear about the nonsense in her hometown?

Was she afraid that others would not know about her humble background?

Julian thought his wife was brilliant, meticulous, and knew how to lead the

way.

Who would associate a legendary figure like Jonathan Woods with dried fish and pickled cabbage from the northeast?

Alexander finished half of his meal and took leave.

Annalise and Julian looked at each other and smiled after Alexander left.

“How was it?” Layla Ziegler asked Alexander when the latter returned to the villa.

“It’s Annalise’s relative from the countryside. She calls him brother. They’re probably close friends like siblings,” Alexander replied with relief.

“As long as it’s not Jonathan Woods,” said Layla.

“No.” Alexander was very sure.

How could a legendary figure like Jonathan Woods fish out dozens of pounds of small fish from someone else’s pond?

He would not have to fish them out personally if he wanted to eat dried fish.

“That’s good.” Layla was relieved by her son’s confidence.

Alexander looked at the time and left for Horington with Abigail.

Abigail invited a few friends from the hospital for a meal tomorrow. She figured it would be more fruitful to have a meal with her doctor friends than to ask around. Someone might know an older man with outstanding medical skills through their chitchatting.

It was the following day.

At Chinoiserie Restaurant, Horington’s most famous restaurant.

Abigail held Alexander’s arm and introduced him to a few doctor friends in a high-profile manner.