NovelBookChapter 422 He'd crafted the bouquet himself, every stem arranged with care, all for "Fidelia." He wanted to hand it to her personally, not just pass it along through someone else.
Fidelia stared, perplexed, her gaze fixed on Jacques.
What was he doing? Weren't the flowers meant for her? Then who were they for? Just then, Jacques stepped in front of Effie, blocking the sunlight that had been warming her.
Effie looked up, startled. Wasn't this the man she'd nearly hit with her car the other day? What on earth was he doing here? A flash of realization streaked through her mind. She seized it immediately.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWait-could this be the man who was supposed to meet Fidelia for a blind date today? Before she could fully process it, Jacques had already offered the flowers to Effie. "Fidelia," he said.
"What?!" Everyone froze.
Since when did Effie becFidelia? Fidelia's face turned crimson with a mix of shand anger. She glared at Jacques. "Jacques, what is the meaning of this?" Her voice trembled, on the verge of tears.
Jacques looked at Fidelia, baffled. Why was she acting as if he'd broken her heart? Had he ever led her on? Meanwhile, Effie had already put the pieces together. Instinctively, she glanced over at Lyman.
But Lyman was no longer where he'd been standing. He was moving toward her. "Hey, sweetheart," he called. Effie replied, "Hey, darling." With a dull thud, Jacques' carefully wrapped bouquet slipped from his hands and hit the ground. He gaped at Lyman and Effie, jaw slack in utter disbelief.
"You're married? Then why did you agree to a blind date with me?!" Jacques finally spluttered, his voice brimming with outrage.
Camilla and Baade exchanged glances, realization dawning-they saw Jacques had made a terrible mistake.
"1 ecla hurried to his side, low and urgent, "your Miss Fidelia Sis her sister-in-law Ethene.
This Effie." "What?!" Jacques swayed on his feet, as if all the strength had drained from his body. He nearly collapsed.
He'd gotten it all wrong.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut then, who had he been thinking about all this time? Night after night, the Fidelia he'd been dreaming of who was she? "Oh, Fidelia, are you crying?" Charis piped up, feigning concern but clearly savoring the scene. Just moments ago, the Etheridge family had looked so proud; now, they were mortified.
Marcia and Fowler stood there, heads bowed so low it seemed they might burrow into the floor at any moment.
Fidelia had tried to cry quietly, but Charis's remark made everyone turn her way With nowhere to hide, she covered her face and fled the room.
Meanwhile, the truth finally dawned on Jacques. The girl he'd justo m passed the one who'd looked so stunned-she was the real Fidelia. No wonder she'd been so shocked to see him with flowers.
If only he'd known earlier that Fidelia was her, he'd never have agreed to this date. He didn't even know this woman! He stammered, "Mom, I messed up. I—" But Camilla had had enough chaos for one day. "Jacques, not another word!" she barked.
Jacques felt wronged-he'd triple-checked, hadn't he? How was he supposed to know he'd still get it wrong?
But what he didn't know was that at that very moment, Mareja and Fowler were both fantasizing about wringing his neck.
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