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Chapter 77
After the dance, Sienna looped her arm through Clayton’s. With a flawless smile on her face, she accompanied him to greet some important clients.
She nodded at the right moments and chimed in with a few polite lines when needed. She looked every bit the perfect, supportive wife.
“Mrs. Hale, you danced wonderfully just now,” praised a man wearing gold–rimmed glasses.
“Oh, hardly. My husband taught me well,” she responded with a gentle smile. Her fingers subconsciously tightened around Clayton’s arm.
Clayton glanced sideways at her and murmured, “Easy! Are you trying to murder your husband in public?”
She loosened her grip and forced a sweet smile. “How could I, darling?”
From afar, Rupert watched the affectionate couple with satisfaction as he ran his hand over his beard. He looked in good spirits that day, but given his age, he soon left with the help of the housekeeper.
Only then did Sienna quietly let out a sigh of relief. She could finally stop putting on an act.
At that moment, a business partner approached Clayton. “Mr. Hale, I have some questions regarding the project in the eastern district.”
Clayton instinctively took Sienna’s hand and started toward him.
“I won’t be joining.” She withdrew her hand with practised ease. “You go on your own.”
He paused mid–step before turning around and pinching her cheeks. “No drinking. The moment you get tipsy, you start bouncing around like a monkey. What trick are you planning to perform if you get drunk tonight? Opening a bottle of champagne with bare hands? Or stuffing napkins into your pocket like cash?”
She slapped his hand away and shot him a glare. “I’m not some drunkard who lives on alcohol. Also, my tolerance isn’t that bad. Stop making things up.”
Clayton raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Then who cried and made a scene after drinking the other night?”
“Just go already!” Sienna pushed him away, terrified that he would continue saying embarrassing things she didn’t want to
hear.
After he left, she began looking for a quiet corner so she could get some rest. However, Irene called out to her just then.
“Sienna, come sit here.” Irene beckoned her over, surrounded by a circle of elegantly dressed socialites.
Composing herself, Sienna walked over. She took her seat gracefully under the ladies‘ collective gaze.
Across from her, Julie Ainsworth–Mrs. Larkin–was animatedly recounting her struggle conceiving a third child. “I took herbal remedies for half a year and even made a pilgrimage to pray to a fertility goddess. It finally worked.”
Sienna’s eyelids started to droop.
Everyone knew Julie’s husband was a notorious philanderer. She always had to clean up every scandal he caused. Yet, she persistently pushed for a third child in hopes of tying down the unfaithful man.
“Actually, I still have a figurine of the fertility goddess at home. It’s very effective. Would you like it?” Julie steered the conversation toward Sienna, casting a meaningful gaze in Clayton’s direction.
“You’re at the age to consider starting a family of your own. Besides, men settle down much sooner with a child in the equation.”
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Sienna pulled an awkward smile. “Well…”
Irene swiftly came to the rescue. “She’s already gotten a prescription from Dr. Yates to improve her health. These things can’t be rushed. She’s taking it slow.”
“Yes, that’s right,” echoed Cynthia Holloway–Mrs. Jenkinson. “It took my cousin over a year of treatment before she became pregnant.”
The conversation finally drifted toward golf and an upcoming art exhibition.
Just then, a man in a well–tailored light gray suit walked over. He was handsome and tall, and looked to be in his early 30s. His features were sharp, with hardly a wrinkle to be found.
He was Vincent Zeller, the prized son–in–law of Crownmark Properties. Though almost a decade older than her husband, Nora Marlowe was known to rule their household with an iron fist.
She was infamous in the industry for her strictness. Rumor had it that she checked on him once every hour during business
engagements.
Vincent bent down and whispered in his wife’s ear, “Sweetheart, I’ve just been discussing a collaboration with Mr. Larkin. I might run quite late. Why don’t you head back to rest first?”
Nora’s round face tightened with displeasure. “No. I’ll wait for you, no matter how late it gets.”
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