Chapter 356 Men Are Really Cheap

I nudged her playfully in the waist, jabbing, “Look, your husband’s here to take you home!”

She shot me a look of pure disgust. “Husband, my foot!”

“My husband is emotionally calm, adores his wife, and doesn’t have that bad of taste.”

We giggled like silly teenagers as we shoved each other on our way down the stairs.

In the living room, Harlan stood with a dark expression clouding his face, though his eyes betrayed a fleeting look of astonishment when he saw Zoey in her elegant evening gown. Rumor had it that Janice’s background wasn’t ideal. She had once been the caretaker of Harlan’s grandfather, Mark Pearson. After saving Mark’s life, the old man, touched by her kindness and devotion, insisted Harlan marry her. Imagine that—in this day and age—an arranged marriage forced by the whims of a family elder. Of course, such a union was doomed from the start. After their wedding, Harlan and Janice barely spent any time together, and even when they did, he treated her with cold indifference.

I had given Zoey a makeover, and as she stood at the top of the staircase, looking down with an air of confidence, she exuded a beauty that was both commanding and refined. Janice had once been timid and meek, a caretaker more than a wife, never daring to even look her husband in the eye. She lived in the Pearson household for three years, blending into the background like one of the servants. Zoey was different—she was from a family no less distinguished than the Pearsons. Even though Bill failed her emotionally, he had always ensured she and Philippa lived in material luxury. Her troubles stemmed from family dysfunction, not lack of money. She was every inch a proper, high-society lady, and it showed.

Zoey’s tone was icy as she addressed him. “What are you doing here?”

Harlan’s gaze shifted back to its usual coldness. He said, “I’m here to take you home. Do you know how improper it looks for you to be living in someone else’s house?”

Carter appeared at the top of the stairs, chiming in, “Mrs. Pearson, since Harlan came all this way, maybe you should go with him.”

I was certain Harlan hadn’t come on his own. It must have been Carter’s doing. That scheming man—always up to something. But Carter underestimated the strength of our sisterhood. Zoey wasn’t the meek and submissive Janice.

Zoey arched a brow, her sharp gaze cutting straight through Carter’s pretense. “Harlan didn’t come to get me; you’re just trying to make me leave, aren’t you?”

Chapter 357 Men Are Really Cheap