FreeNovelDark Secrets of the Blind Husband
Chapter 787 Beckham Meeting His Sister-in-law“Brilliant!” Beckham exclaimed, 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 another
layer 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 flashing across his eyes. “Gwenn, come on. Let’s meet your mother’s
relatives.”
With that, she shrugged nonchalantly. “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 glanced at her outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has a similar 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 subdued
compared to Gwenn’s sequin-filled chaos..
Going upstairs to Priscilla’s closet seemed like a strategic move for damage control. With her middle-aged tastes, she wouldn’t
But that was just an excuse.
In his heart, Gwenn and Cherise were his daughters, deserving a place 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 sought comfort in Priscilla’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Upon seeing Damien and Cherise, accompanied by two children and two strangers, Lyra quickly composed herself, extricated
herself from Priscilla’s embrace, and greeted, “Hey, Cherry.”
Cherise responded softly, then turned to Priscilla 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 my late 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
unwelcome guest.
It was a subtle jab that landed with a dull ache, a reminder of the insecurities Cherise always seemed to know how to exploit.
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