Chapter 1559
Bethany, unable to contain herself, broke into laughter. “Oh my—are we thinking the same thing? I’ve said that exact line before!”
Catherine’s eyes widened in agreement. “Right? Faye’s behavior just baffles me.”
Belinda let out a soft chuckle. “Just a few days ago, as Lucas’ sister Georgie was preparing to leave Owathe, she actually suggested Faye move in with Lucas.”
“What? That’s insane!” Bethany looked absolutely dumbfounded.
“What was she thinking?” Catherine said, her tone thick with disbelief.
Belinda continued calmly, “Georgie said that since Faye and Lucas have been close since childhood, it would be more ‘comfortable’ for Faye to live with him.”
Bethany rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Come on. Faye’s not a kid anymore. How could she still think that’s appropriate? No wonder Faye thinks it’s normal to be that close to Lucas,” she muttered, clearly irritated. “It’s definitely because her mother thinks that’s normal.”
Catherine frowned. “So, what happened in the end?”
A knowing smile crossed Belinda’s lips. “Lucas and his father shut the idea down immediately. Harold even reprimanded Georgie on the spot.”
Bethany leaned back in her seat, visibly impressed. “Now that’s what I call a real family head. Harold is truly wise—it’s a blessing to have someone so level-headed leading the family.”
“Yeah,” Belinda nodded.
Just as Catherine opened her mouth to say something, Faye returned to the group. With a light cough, Catherine smoothly shifted the topic. Belinda and Bethany kept their composure, casually continuing their conversation and enjoying the barbecue as if nothing had happened.
But Faye’s eyes lingered on them. A flicker of suspicion passed through her gaze; she felt like they had probably been talking about her just now.
After the meal, the group took a leisurely walk by the creek.
Then, Bethany suggested heading to the resort’s clubhouse to have some fun. Otherwise, she joked, they’d all fall asleep from boredom. Everyone agreed, and they made their way to the clubhouse together. Inside a private room, drinks were served, and conversation flowed freely.
The men eventually drifted toward the billiard tables, leaving the women behind in lighter chatter.
Yet, with Faye present, none of the other women dared bring up anything too personal.
As they chatted, Belinda’s eyes caught something odd—Faye reaching for a glass on the table and lifting it toward her lips.
Just before Faye could take a sip, a hand shot out of nowhere, swiftly covering her mouth.
“Mmph!” Faye froze, eyes wide with shock.
She looked up, seeing that Belinda had covered her mouth.
Belinda soon withdrew her hand.
“Belinda, what are you doing?” Faye asked, feigning innocence.