Celestine’s beautiful, delicate face looked uncharacteristically forlorn.
“I was even worried about your leg. I took the time to visit a church and got you a blessing charm. But now, I guess there’s no point in giving it to you.”
“After all, anything that comes from a bad woman is bound to bring bad luck.”
“It’s not what you think,” Lance said, struggling to explain. “Where’s the charm?”
Joanna tightened her grip on Lance’s arm.
Idiot.
He was supposed to help her, not get caught up in this mess.
Celestine ignored him.
That’s just how manipulators work—words slipping easily from their lips.
Lance looked at Joanna’s tear-stained face and, in the end, swallowed what he was about to say.
“Miss Selwyn, it’s late. You’re my guest, and whatever’s happened, let’s not turn this into a feud. I booked a suite for you upstairs. You can go rest there when you’re ready.”
He placed the key card on the table and left with the still-sobbing Joanna.
Celestine watched the key card with a half-smile, half-sneer.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, pretending to care.
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“Joanna, after the way she treated you, you really didn’t have to get her a room,” Lance said, frowning.
Joanna sighed, exasperated. “Lance, Celly has always been prejudiced against me. If she knew I arranged the room, she’d never accept it.”
Well, as long as Celestine stepped into that suite, she’d never walk out the same.
Either her reputation or her body would be shattered tonight.
Everything Joanna had done was leading up to this moment.
She’d waited long enough—Chester had made sure of that.
Years of sacrifice, and in the end, she was left with nothing but the mess left by that plastic beauty.
Now that Chester was starting to care about that woman, Joanna could hardly wait for him to see the sight of his own wife being ruined.
Lance could tell Joanna was deep in thought, but since she didn’t want to talk, he didn’t press.
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