The Discarded Heiress And Her Fake Mute Husband

e swung open with a low electronic hum, reveal

her heavy combat boots echoing loudly in the opp

ff, uniformed butler, whose eyes immediately droppe

barely concealed disgust, hi

to the service entra

nk, her voice flat

ll Arthur Dean his biol

zed the dirty, intimidating young woman was the long-l

y footsteps echoed from the grand marble stai

temples and a sharp jawline, stopped dead in his tr

mother in her sharp amber eyes, his formidable cor

ard, his voice thic

God, you're

rate hug, completely ignoring the street dust and

er hands hovering awkwardly in the air before resting lightly o

Beaumont watched the reunion, her ivory folding

er Deidre's cheap clothes and unkempt h

, her knuckles turning white, though her face remai

pered softly, ensuring E

suffered so much in that terrible

d quietly, her

off the subway. She is an absolut

hands resting firmly on Deidre's shoulders as he inspect

dark smudge of soot on her

as supposed to bring you safely f

rved into a fain

e in the crowd. I m

ly seeing through the excuse and realizing his eldest s

designer heels clicking sharply on the marble, wit

utterly fake smile onto

must say, your appearance is... quite

antly cataloging the micro-expressions of contempt a

formal greeting, mere

bad. The du

by the girl's total lack of deference and

tepped between them,

y, Eleanor. Don't start picking at her

primanded in front of the domestic staff, her

tured warmth, ready to launch her first

pen arms, her eyes brimm

so many years to fina