Chapter 162
“You’re probably right. I just felt like she looked familiar, and honestly, she doesn’t seem to care about anyone else—so long as she gets what she wants.”
In Mr. Wilson’s mind, the whole bathroom incident was Lindsay using his wife as a pawn to get rid of someone she disliked.
But thinking about it from another angle, it really just meant his wife had rotten luck.
“I can’t blame anyone else. Guess I just drew the short straw this time,” Mrs. Wilson said, waving a hand dismissively. “Alright, let’s just drop it. Let’s go I’m soaked and feeling miserable.”
Mr. Wilson nodded and took her hand as they left together.
MOLA Café.
Lindsay sent Mrs. Wilson her location. MOLA Café was only about ten minutes’ drive from Bloom.
“What made you suddenly decide to add Mrs. Wilson’s contact info?” Yves asked, sounding casual.
Lindsay replied calmly, “To apologize, of course. When Naomi pulled that stunt, I didn’t step in to stop her-I hid off to the side and recorded it instead. No matter how you look at it, I owe Mrs. Wilson this meal.”
Yves just smiled, saying nothing, but there was something unfathomable in his gaze.
“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s kind of creepy,” Lindsay said, rubbing her arm. “You’re giving me goosebumps.”
Yves pressed his lips together, then said meaningfully, “You’ve grown up, Lindsay.”
She blinked in surprise, but understanding flickered across her face. “Oh, come
on. I’m twenty-three. I’m not a kid anymore-I’m an adult.” Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs.net
Yves shook his head with a smile but still agreed, “Yeah, you are.”
Lindsay changed the subject. “How’s your anxiety? Has it gotten any better recently?”
“A little,” Yves said, though it was mostly to keep Lindsay from worrying. The truth was, he still woke up almost every night from nightmares.
Sometimes it was the Quigley’s plane crash. Sometimes it was Charles’ brutal death.
Those dreams clung to him like ghosts he couldn’t shake.
“That’s good,” Lindsay said, sounding relieved.
“Lindsay, I owe you an apology,” Yves said suddenly, taking her hand. His eyes were full of regret. “I don’t know what really happened between but promise
you a Alexian
won’t get involved in it againd won’t let her come between us.”
“Oh? And what if one day she comes running to you for help?” Lindsay asked with
a wry smile.
Yves was quiet for a moment,
considering. “I owed Charles my life, not Alexia. I already helped her get into Skyrim University, and I give her a generous allowance every month That’s more than enough.”
“Don’t you feel guilty toward Charles?” Lindsay pressed.
“If Charles knew his sister was trying to drive a wedge between me and the
woman I love… if he were still alive, he’d be the first to set her straight.”
He’d already done more than enough for Alexia. If she insisted on making trouble, that was on her.
“Easy to say now, but you might go soft when the time comes,” Lindsay said with a skeptical smirk.
“You really think I’m that unreliable?”
Yves frowned. “Besides, what about Alexia would make me go soft?If it weren’t for being Charles sister, ete she’d be nothing to me.”
“Life’s unpredictable. Who knows? Maybe someday you’ll fall for her charms.” Lindsay’s tone was serious, her expression grave-she clearly wasn’t joking.
Alexia wasn’t like Naomi; her schemes ran deep. And this time, she’d teamed up with Bertha even earlier than in the past.