NovelEnglishChapter 552 Chapter 552 Hank couldn't help but chuckle, as if he had just heard a joke.
Crossing his arms, he looked at Stella. "Ms. Walton, are you joking? How could I possibly know anyone from the Jarrett family? Let alone enter the Jarrett residence?" Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he added, "Oh, wait. I do know one of them-Jean. I forgot that we were classmates. But we're not close enough forto enter her house freely. Besides, not anyone can enter the Jarrett residence." Lowering his voice, he pointed subtly in Arthur's direction. "That's where his parents live. You know who he is, right? And I'm just a little orphan. Isn't that a joke?" Hearing Hank's explanation, Stella thought for a moment and found his words reasonable. However, something still felt a little off to her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNoticing her lingering doubt, Hank asked, “Ms. Walton, did you happen to see someone who looks like me?" Stella snapped out of her thoughts and quickly brushed it off. "Oh, I must have been mistaken." With that, she stood up. "I won't disturb your meal any longer. I'll head over there to find sfriends.” Hank nodded obediently and waved at h "Goodbye, Ms. Walton." Then, as he lowered his head, seemingly focusing on his food, a faintly arrogant smile curled at the corner of his lips.
***** After taking a short break, Morris and Cherise went over to Phoebe's table. Guests continued approaching them for toasts.
Luckily, Truman, Morris's groomsman, took full responsibility for blocking the drinks, ensuring that Cherise, exhausted from the day, could at least have a few bites of warm food. Eventually, people stopped coming over to disturb the newlyweds.
0 The wedding banquet remained orderly. On the surface, everyone seemed to bless the bride and groom sincerely, but what they truly thought and did in private was known only to themselves.
At that moment, Lydia, holding a wine glass, swayed as she made her way toward Truman.
The shadow of their last encounter still lingered over Truman. The moment he saw Lydia approaching, he wasted no tand immediately bolted toward Jean's table, shielding her protectively.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrom others' perspective, it looked as if Truman was holding Jean in his arms. This delighted the Simpson family, as well as Lucas and Mary, who were sitting nearby. Laughing at the scene, they raised their glasses and toasted playfully from afar.
Jean, who had been sipping her drink, was startled by Truman's sudden movement. "What are you doing all of a sudden?" "Nothing, just protecting you!" Truman cast a wary glance at Lydia, who was slowly approaching.
Jean noticed her too and frowned in displeasure. "Why is she everywhere?" However, with Truman shielding her and so many people present at the wedding, she wasn't particularly afraid. Lydia approached them casually, smiling as if nothing had happened. "Truman and Jean, I'm really sorry. I wasn't in the best mental state last time, so I did sunpleasant things." She continued, "I saw you two as the groomsman and bridesmaid just now, so I thought I should cover and apologize. I hope you can forgive me, especially you, Jean." 1/2 Wed, 19 Feb Chapter 552 ☐70% Before Jean could respond, Truman immediately rejected her. "We don't need your apology. What's done is done. Jean has scars because of your intentional madness-there's no point in saying all this now. Just go back.” He lowered his voice, his tone growing colder. "Listen up, this is my buddy's wedding. Take a good look at all the guests here. Don't stir up any trouble, or I won't let you off. Now leave before I make you." Leo and the others, knowing the full story, stood up as well, glaring at Lydia menacingly. They weren't doing it for personal grudges-they simply wanted Morris and Cherise's wedding to go smoothly.
Seeing their reaction, Lydia merely flashed a careless smile. She swirled the wine in her glass, took a slow sip, then turned around and sauntered back to her seat.
Once seated, she continued to watch Truman, who was still shielding Jean. A sly smirk appeared on her lips as she raised her glass toward him. Then, as if losing interest, she picked up her phone and immersed herself in whatever she was doing.
Only then did Truman finally let out a relieved sigh. He turned to Jean. "If you need to go anywhere, you have to tellfirst. No going off alone, understand?"
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