Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Janice had no choice but in shut up.

Maybe it was the smooth flight or the fact that she'd been drinking the night before and had rushed to catch the plane in the middle of the night, but somehow, she fell asleep with her head resting against Edward's shoulder.

Edward glanced down at their still-intertwined hands as her breathing slowed and grew steady. He lifted his index finger and lightly tapped the back of her hand.

Just then, Janke stirred faintly as if her sleep was restless. She shifted closer, nuzzing against his shoulder.

Edward acted swifthr. He lifted her arm while careful not to wake her and quietly removed the armrest separating their sears.

Janice was levning entirely against him in an instant, her head nestled in his chest. Edward now practically held her in his arms, fast asleep But Edward couldn't bring himself to rest His gaze fell to her hands, which had spent years working with needles. Both palms bore obvious calluses, but what struck him more was that they marked both her left and right hands.

Could Janice embroider with both hands? WILDUNG A talent like hers was a treasure, and yet Simon had treated her the way he did.

Edward Dumed his head slightly, his eyes landing on Harrison. When he spoke, his voice carried its usual edge of quiet menace.

"Godismantle those two chairs." Harrison didn't hesitate. He immediately left with a few others to carry out the order.

He understood Edward's temperament too well to question him If not for the restraint imposed by the Moore family name, Edward's wilder instincts would have overturned Greenfield City long ago Forget this airline, Edward controlled investments across half the country's civil aviation industry." What were two chairs compared to that? Nothing at all.

At this moment, Janice, fast asleep, had no idea that on the way to Gallandia, Edward was reclining comfortably with a beauty resting peacefully in his arms while sother passengers were left grumbling and cursing after finding themachers without seats as they had been dismantled.

When they arrived at the Gallandia Hotel, Janice had managed to get a few hours of sleep on the plane. Her body didn't ache, but the heat and travel had left her slightly sweaty.

As soon as she checked into her room, she went straight to the bathroom for a shower, The exhibition was scheduled to start at 3:00 pm local time.

As expected, Edward had made arrangements for a private pick-up, and their trip to the venue was timed down to the minute.

When they reached the exhibition entrance, Edward was quickly stopped by a Gallandian local who struck up a friendly conversation with him.

Janice stepped aside to wait *Well, well, already getting the cold shoulder, huh? Looks Like you're not as special as you thought," Simon sneered as he appeared bike an unwelcshadow.

Janie's eyes shifted in Amelia, who stood beside him. She was dressed to the nines in an overly flashy outfit that seemed to beg for attention.

In a calm, Indifferent tone, Janice replied, "Still better than being stuck with someone who might drop dead at any moment." "Janice, you- "Pajustthinking about Mr. Fitzgerald's best interests," Janice interrupted with a pointed sande "If someone suddenly died in the middle of the exhibition hall, wouldn't it be bad? After all, Mr. Fitzgerald's personal account is frozen, isn't it? Doesn't seem like be'd have much money to cover the damages done to the crochet designs on display" Years of dealing with Simon had honed panier's abdity to predict his every move. By now, she could read him like a book, and she never got it wrong Amelia, ever the actress, blinked back tears and whined, "Janice, how could you curselike that?! "Didn't you say it yourself that you're a dying person? Janke replied calmly, her tone as cool as the breeze that stirred did them.

Simon abruptly cut off their conversation, lowering his voice to a sharp whisper, "Janice, don't get too comfortable. Letmake this crystal clear-I've already contacted Ms.. Olson.

"soon, I'll be buying one of her works to compete in the Winter Tournament! You want Proper stitch Group to win an award and make it to the international competition, right? As long as I'm around, you can forget about it! Legitimately purchasing crochet designs for the competition was allowed under the rules Jane narrowed her eyes.

He had contacted Shirley Olson? She had not checked her secondary Whataccount in days. Could Simon have reached out to her there?

She vaguely recalled hearing her phone vibrate late at night, but she had been in such a rush to catch her Le light that she had not bothered checking. Instead, she had simply wwiched back to her primary account. Noticing the faint shift in her expression, monsterpiditas fear the mood instantly brightmed At this point, Simon was certain Shirley would sell him one or two of her crochet designs. And he had already decided that no matter the cost, he would buy her wood Throwing money at the problem always worked Спатот 49 22 Once he showcased Shirley's designs at the Winter Toumament, he'd use it to humalate Janice and crush her dreams into obliviousness.

Then, he would see if she'd ever dare to look down on him again.

He sneered, "Janice, you'll never compare to Ms. Olson-not even to a single finger of hers But I'lgive you of hers Bu credit where it's due. You're smart enough to latch onto Prosper Stitch Group's Mr. Moore each. At least you're not completely stupid."

Beside him, Ameba stepped into her usual role of the "kind one", her voice filled with saccharine sweetnessn "Simon reached out to Ms. Olson on Whatlast night. So, Janice, you'd better work extra hard. Relying on aman will only get you so far. Ms. Olson's skills are leagues ahead of yours." Simon scotted loudly, his tone cutting, "Comparing her to Ms. Olson? Don't makelaugh.""