My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 99

As he spoke, a knowing look crossed Quennel’s face.

“Is someone coming over? I should go, I don’t want to interrupt your work.”

Hannah started to get up, but Quennel stopped her.

“It’s probably Lionel or one of his men,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “He said he needed to pick up a file. I didn’t think he’d come this early. Hannah, go to the study—no, my bedroom. It’s the last door on the right down the hall.”

Hannah’s heart skipped a beat. She glanced nervously at the front door and, without a second thought, hurried toward the bedroom.

Quennel’s bedroom was a reflection of him—calm and cool, with the faint scent of cedarwood in the air. The bed was made with crisp gray linens, and everything was perfectly organized. She didn’t dare look around too much, instead pressing her ear to the door to listen. The soundproofing was too good, so she cracked it open just a sliver.

“Here for the file so early?” Quennel asked casually as he opened the door to Lionel. “And you came yourself?”

Lionel walked in, his face a stony mask. His eyes immediately swept the room, landing on the plate of pastries and the two cups of wine on the table. He walked over without answering his brother’s question.

“Found yourself a girlfriend? One who bakes for you?” he asked, picking up a pastry. He took a bite, and the familiar taste exploded on his tongue, making him frown.

Quennel chuckled and walked toward his study. “I have. I’ll introduce you soon.” As he passed the bedroom, he saw the slightly ajar door and smiled faintly before disappearing into the study and emerging with a file. “Next time, just send your assistant. No need to come all this way yourself. What if I wasn’t home?”

Lionel took the file. “Do you know where Hannah is?” he asked, his voice a little louder than necessary, as if he wanted someone else to hear.

Quennel sat down and picked up another pastry. “She’s your wife. Why are you asking me?”

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