Chapter 787 Beckham Meeting His Sister-inw


    “Brilliant!” Beckham eximed, his excitement palpable as he tightened his grip on Cherise’s hand. “Do


    I look alright? First impressions are important, especially when meeting your aunt, your mom’s sister.”


    “You look fantastic. Absolutely dashing,” Cherise assured him, a warm smile spreading across her face.


    Seeing Beckham like this, any flicker of resentment that Gwenn had ignited in Cherise’s heart sputtered


    and died.


    No matter how he treated her, Cherise knew deep down that Beckham still held her mother dear. Her


    mother had passed away years ago, yet her father’s anxiety about meeting her family was evident.


    Perhaps his awkward attentiveness was just anotheryer of grief.


    Beckham had barely taken a few steps when he abruptly stopped, spinning around as if he had


    remembered something. Gwenn remained rooted to the spot, her face unreadable.


    Beckham furrowed his brow, a hint of annoyance shing across his eyes. “Gwenn,e on. Let’s


    meet your mother’s rtives.”


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    Gwenn lifted her gaze, her voice monotone. “She was your wife, not my mother.”


    With that, she shrugged nonchntly. “I won’t intrude on your family reunion. I promised the editor


    some interesting material, and the camera needs some action.”


    As Gwenn reached for the doorknob, Beckham’s voice cut through the air. “Don’t go. Come with us.”


    He nced at her outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has a


    simr body type. Maybe you can borrow something from her.”


    Gwenn’s face drained of color. “No way! I’ll buy my own!”


    Being the practical person he was, Beckham gave her a firm nudge towards the stairs. In his mind,


    Gwenn’s fashion sense was a ticking time bomb. What if she showed up in something even more…


    inappropriate? It would be safer to go upstairs with Gwenn.


    Knowing that Cherise’s sister was not known for being a party animal, Beckham assumed her


    wardrobe would be more subduedpared to Gwenn’s sequin-filled chaos.


    Going upstairs to Prisci’s closet seemed like a strategic move for damage control. With her middle-


    aged tastes, she wouldn’t disappoint Beckham.


    But that was just an excuse.


    In his heart, Gwenn and Cherise were his daughters, deserving a ce at this family gathering.


    Ever since Cherise’s return, Gwenn had been a distant presence. Beckham longed to bridge the gap,


    hoping this reunion would mend their fractured bond. He didn’t realize that the divide ran deeper than


    any wardrobe choice.


    No matter how hard he pushed, Gwenn couldn’t fill the void reserved for Cherise.


    Upon reaching the third floor of the Quinell family’s guest hall, Lyra soughtfort in Prisci’s arms,


    sobbing uncontrobly.


    Upon seeing Damien and Cherise, apanied by two children and two strangers, Lyra quickly


    composed herself, extricated herself from Prisci’s embrace, and greeted, “Hey, Cherry.”


    Cherise responded softly, then turned to Prisci and said, “Aunt, let me introduce you. This is my


    husband, Damien. The two children beside him are ours. The older one is named Soren, and the


    younger one is Serafina.”


    “Meet my dad, who was also myte mother Charisa Neller’s husband, Beckham. And the woman next


    to him – my adopted sister, Gwenn.”


    Gwenn maintained a smile on the surface, but inside, she was seething. Damn it!


    With her usual grace and a hint of a smirk, Cherise introduced Gwenn as “curvaceous,” the word


    hanging heavy like an unwee guest.


    It was a subtle jab thatnded with a dull ache, a reminder of the insecurities Cherise always seemed


    to know how to exploit.