In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 25

Chapter 25 He Would Get Her

Grace clenched her fists tightly, trying to stop herself from hitting him.

This was the man Aaron wanted her to marry–the playboy of the Donegan family, Timothy

Donegan.

If it had just been the arranged marriage, Grace wouldn’t have been so angry.

Her biggest problem with him was that he had been spreading rumors that she was ugly since

he was five years old.

In fact, he had sworn that he would never marry her.

As if she wanted to marry him!

If Donald hadn’t been her father’s mentor, she would have taught Timothy a lesson through

violence.

Timothy was still blathering on, oblivious to the change in Grace’s attitude.

He had no idea that she was the Grace Lewis he knew. “Can I get your contact number—”

Before he could finish, Grace threw the handkerchief in his face. He grabbed it. When he looked up again, she had already walked far away.

Timothy watched as she strode away, confused.

What was wrong with her? Had he said something wrong?

He stood there, damp handkerchief in hand, forlornly watching her leave. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Then, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Feisty. I like her.”

He took his phone out and opened the group chat with his friends.

Timmy: “Great news! I’ve found the love of my life!”

Frederick: “What?”

Benjamin: “Is she a beauty with a brain?”

Timmy: “That’s right! That’s the woman! She’s also cold and aloof. So cool! I just met her!”

Lovey Timmy: “This is definitely true love! She’s the one for me!”

Frederick: “Ugh, we know what you’re like. Stop being so sappy. I don’t believe you’re serious.”

Lovey Timmy: “Don’t be like this. Who knows? Maybe I’ve turned over a new leaf and have decided to settle. I’ll be a good man from now on!”

Benjamin: “Fat chance. I’ll have a better chance at winning the lottery.”

Lovey Timmy: “Wanna bet? I’ll get her within a month. When I do, I’ll send you a picture of her so you can all envy me.”

Back in the study at Lewis Manor, Grace handed Aaron the box with the pocket watch. “Aaron, here’s the watch you asked me to bid for.”

“Thanks.” Aaron took the box and placed it beside him before continuing to read the news on

his tablet.

“I didn’t know you were an antiques collector.”