Chapter 163


    I stood there, a bit dazed, not saying a word.


    I was hesitant to join the conversation, worried I might say something wrong that could upset Ernest. Besides, my thoughts had drifted to my parents and their tragic car ident.


    Was it really an ident, or was there more to the story?


    Back then, I was too young to understand anything. Herschel had taken care of everything. He might be the only one who knows what truly happened. I nned to ask him about it when I saw himter.


    Noticing my silence, Ernest didn''t press further, and we continued our journey in quiet.


    My car had the Wagner family''s automatic gate recognition system, so we could drive straight onto the property.


    The moment the housekeeper saw me, she beamed with joy, "Felicia, you''re back! I''ll go inform Mr. Wagner and thedy of the house."


    "Irma, no need to trouble yourself. I''ll head in," I replied with a smile.


    Irma nced at Ernest, who had stepped out of the car and stood by my side. I could tell she was curious about his identity, so I looped my arm through Ernest''s, "Irma, meet my boyfriend, Ernest."


    Though Irma was just a housekeeper, she had been with the Wagner family longer than myself and shared a close bond with Jacqueline. So, the act had to go on, even in front of Irma.


    Ernest nodded politely at Irma, “Irma."


    "Ah," Irma responded, her eyes lingering on me with a somewhat troubled expression.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    To everyone, I was Conrad''s fiancée. Now, seen with another man, difort was expected.


    Irma wasn''t the only one; Herschel and Jacqueline would likely feel the same.


    Ernest and I walked past Irma, heading towards the Wagner family''s living room.


    Before we even entered,


    Jacqueline''s Voice filled the air,


    chiding Herschel, "You manage thousands at thepany with such authority, yet you can''t seem to handle your own sons. Both more rebellious than the other." Content


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    Herschel didn''t respond, likely absorbed in his phone or a magazine, pretending he hadn''t heard.


    “Herschel, are you ignoring me again?” Jacqueline''s voice rose in annoyance.


    Though a loving couple, it didn''t mean they were free from disputes. Something must''ve truly upset Jacqueline today.


    "I''m not ignoring you. If I engaged, you''d only go on more," Herschel finally spoke.


    "Oh, so now my concerns are just


    nagging to you? After everything et


    now I''


    just a bother," Jacqueline


    comined, "...Hey, don''t touch me,


    get away..."


    As Ernest and I stepped into the living room, we caught Jacqueline being yfully restrained in Herschel''s embrace, a mix of pushing away and holding close.


    Considering their age, such disys of affection were rare. Many couples their age had nothing but routine left,cking such intimacy.


    Ernest and I paused, unsure whether to proceed or retreat.


    Embarrassingly, here we were, a pretend couple witnessing the genuine affection of a real one.


    Thinking it was best to leave them


    alone, I was about to step back when Jacqueline''s little Teddy dog started barking excitedly at me,


    clearly happy to see me. Content


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    I had spent considerable time with it during my stays with the Wagners, and it seemed my efforts hadn''t gone unnoticed.


    Its bark caught Herschel''s attention, and upon spotting us at the doorway, a sh of embarrassment crossed his face as he released Jacqueline.


    Jacqueline, still in a yful mood, twisted his ear, “You old flirt.”


    Herschel gently grabbed her hand, whispering, "Felicia''s here."