My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 343

But the man in front of her looked like he wanted to pry her mouth open to get an answer.

Just as she was about to speak, however, she noticed his gaze was fixed on her collarbone. He was staring, completely captivated.

Gloria’s confidence surged back. She instinctively pushed her chest out and leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. Her only regret was that the neckline of her dress wasn’t lower, preventing her from showcasing her assets and making him completely hers.

She had studied Hannah yesterday—a perfect body wasted on conservative clothes. And Sandra had always played the innocent, pure type.

She was bold, spicy, something new. Men, she mused, always craved what they hadn't tasted.

“Where did you get that necklace?” Lionel asked, his voice sharp. If he remembered correctly, that necklace belonged to Hannah. It was the one Owen had mistakenly given to Sandra.

“What?” Gloria froze, unable to believe what she was hearing.

“You’re asking about my necklace?” So he had been staring at her necklace this whole time.

As she was about to answer, a cold dread washed over her. She looked down at the necklace. Sandra had flaunted it in front of her, and while she hadn’t said who gave it to her, the quality alone screamed expense. Could it be that Lionel had given it to her?

In that moment, Gloria silently cursed Sandra and her entire family tree.

Gloria hastily pulled the drive from her bag and handed it to him. “Mr. Rosenberg, I swear I haven’t looked at what’s on it. Hannah just asked me to give this to you. I’ve done what she asked, so if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”

She glanced at the necklace with a pang of regret, but her safety was more important. She wanted no part of their twisted drama.

Hannah watched as Gloria successfully completed her task, then motioned for Samuel to get up and leave. As Samuel was driving, he was just about to ask Hannah a question when a car suddenly swerved out from a side street, cutting them off and forcing him to slam on the brakes.

If it weren't for his quick reflexes, they would have crashed.

Samuel unbuckled his seatbelt and stormed out of the car, furious. “Get out here! What’s your problem, don’t you know how to drive? You—” He stopped mid-sentence, frozen, as he saw who stepped out of the other car.