Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 242

A strained smile touched Queena’s lips. She instinctively glanced at Oscar, but he wasn’t looking at her; he was politely greeting an acquaintance.

Mrs. James Sr. held Queena’s hand and chattered on for some time, but Queena’s mind was elsewhere, the words going in one ear and out the other.

Her eyes scanned the ballroom, as if searching for someone. When she spotted Teresa and Jeffrey in a corner, she started to walk toward them, but after only two steps, Oscar stopped her.

“Where are you going?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in a semblance of a smile.

But the sight of that smile sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. “I saw my mother. I just wanted to say hello.”

At her words, Oscar glanced in Teresa and Jeffrey’s direction.

“She’s not your real mother, and he’s not your real brother. They threw you out of the house. It’s best to keep your distance. From now on, you just need to focus on being the future Mrs. Rogers and do as you’re told.”

With that, he reached out and patted Queena’s head. His touch seemed gentle, but his dark eyes were utterly devoid of warmth.

“Oscar, you and your fiancée are so affectionate. It’s truly enviable,” a soft female voice suddenly said from behind them.

Oscar’s hand was still on Queena’s shoulder as he turned to see Yolanda approaching on Bennett’s arm, her eyes curved into a brilliant smile.

“Bennett, Yolanda,” Oscar said, his own warm, gentlemanly smile returning as he greeted them. His gaze landed on Yolanda, and for the first time, it held a flicker of warmth.

“Mr. Rogers,” Bennett said, his tone flat. He didn’t even glance at Queena, simply acknowledging Oscar.

In his eyes, the daughter of a man like Mr. Thompson was beneath his notice.

Oscar replied with a nod. Neither of them mentioned Queena, as if she were invisible.

Bennett nodded, and the two of them walked toward Mr. James Sr.

Oscar watched Yolanda leave, the smile on his face slowly fading. His gaze fell back to Queena, and his fingers clamped onto her chin.

To any observer, they looked like an affectionate couple.

But only Queena knew the crushing force of his grip. The pain was so intense that tears welled in her eyes.

“Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear Yolanda talking to you? Standing there without a word—is that how you want to represent the Rogers family? Utterly without manners?”

“I… I was distracted. Oscar, I won’t do it again,” Queena stammered, her voice choked with unshed tears.