She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 242

Before Marshall could say a word, Celine cut in, “No way!”

“You’re here alone? Why don’t you join us for dinner?” Celine flashed a bright, unreadable smile.

She turned to Marshall. “Marshall, it’s so sad for Hester to eat by herself. Let her sit with us, okay?”

Celine clung to Marshall’s arm, pouting playfully.

Whether it was guilt or discomfort, Marshall avoided looking at Hester the entire time.

But with Celine insisting, refusing would make him look petty.

So he nodded. “Sure.”

Hester beamed and took the seat across from them.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hester glanced at Marshall. Seeing nothing unusual in his expression, she finally relaxed.

Truthfully, Celine’s whole plan for today was to lure Hester out.

If Hester didn’t show, how could her little scheme work?

She’d planned to have dinner with Marshall, snap a few photos of the two of them together, and post them on Instagram—just to get under Hester’s skin.

But before she had the chance, Hester walked right in.

Perfect.

Ever since Hester arrived, Marshall hadn’t said another word.

But beneath the table, it was a different story. Four restless legs kept bumping and brushing against each other.

Hester stretched her leg out, teasing Marshall’s with gentle, deliberate strokes.

He didn’t pull away; in fact, he seemed to relish the thrill of their secret game.

There was no denying it—Hester gave him a feeling he’d never experienced before.

She was every bit the captivating, sophisticated woman.

Even though Marshall still had his doubts about the rumor that Hester had been drugged, and suspected there was much more to the story, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Marshall, still wildly aroused, was left frustrated, unable to do anything about it.

He’d always prided himself on self-control. Hester wasn’t his first woman, but she was the first to truly captivate him.

Now he was left burning, the desire unresolved.

“I need to make a call. You two go ahead and finish eating,” Marshall muttered, getting up to leave. As he walked out, he couldn’t help but glance back at Hester.

Left alone, Celine and Hester continued their meal in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

A minute later—

“Damn it, I got grease on my dress!” Hester frowned, staring at the oily spots on her white skirt.

“I’m going to the restroom to clean this up, Celine. Can you watch my purse for me?” Hester said as she got up, deliberately leaving her bag behind to make sure Celine stayed put.

Once Hester was gone, the smile vanished from Celine’s face, replaced by pure resentment.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.