The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 192

Early the next morning, Dylon woke up to find a message from Leslie lighting up his phone. A small, satisfied smile played at his lips.

Just like he’d expected, once Leslie figured out what really went down between him and Reese, she wasted no time coming straight to him.

He called Leslie, and when she confirmed a time to meet, his smile only grew wider.

“Leslie, today’s honestly not great for me. I’ve got a bunch of important meetings I can’t skip,” he told her, his tone polite but distant. “But if you’re okay with it, maybe you could set something up with my wife instead?”

Leslie, of course, knew exactly what Dylon was doing—making her jump through hoops. But she didn’t have the luxury to complain right now. “Of course, that’s fine with me,” she said, forcing a calm tone. “When would Mrs. Ramos be available?”

She really didn’t have a choice. She’d spent all last night calling and texting Sebastian, desperate for any response, but got nothing. If she wanted any shot at fixing things with Sebastian, Dylon and his wife were her only way in.

When Dylon hung up, Rosie turned from her vanity to look at him. “Why aren’t you meeting her yourself?”

Dylon strolled lazily out of bed and into the bathroom. “She’s the one who needs our help. We can’t chase after her.”

He’d seen it clearly last night—Sebastian’s heart was never with Leslie. That meant Leslie was useful, but not someone they needed to please.

“When you meet her, just listen more than you talk. See what she wants, figure out her angle.”

Rosie finished rubbing in her moisturizer. “Don’t worry, I know how to handle her.”

When Rosie arrived at the café’s private booth, Leslie was already there waiting.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Leslie,” Rosie said as she sat down, her silk dress perfectly tailored and her movements graceful.

“Not at all, Mrs. Ramos. I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Leslie replied, forcing a polite smile as she tried not to show her frustration at Rosie’s obvious lateness.

“Yesterday, Mr. Ramos mentioned maybe I could talk to Sebastian, try to get him to ease up on you two,” Leslie said, getting straight to the point. “I just wonder—what happened between you, Mr. Ramos, and Ms. Meyer?”

Rosie met her gaze, recognizing Leslie’s attempt to show off how close she was to Sebastian. Instead of answering, Rosie smiled softly and shot back, “I heard Mr. Ratcliff went to great lengths to help you work with BlackOak. You must be pretty important to him, right?”

Leslie’s fingers froze for a split second, eyes flashing with annoyance. “You’re too kind. But of course, to Sebastian, Mrs. Ratcliff is the most important woman in his life.”

“Shh...” Rosie pressed a finger to her lips and glanced around, lowering her voice. “Keep it down, Leslie. If this got out, the Ratcliffs’ reputation would be ruined. I’m only telling you because I trust you.”

But Leslie barely heard her. The anger and hatred inside her were boiling over.

“Does Sebastian know about this?”

He probably did, right? Maybe that’s why he ended up in the hospital. If that’s the case, maybe it was time to make sure everyone found out what Reese had done. Maybe then Sebastian would finally be done with her.

“Mrs. Ramos, you mentioned you know someone at the hospital… Do you think you could get a list of the staff who were on duty in Mr. Ratcliff’s father’s ward?”

Rosie’s guard went up instantly. “What are you planning?”

If anything happened to Mr. Ratcliff because of this, the family would never forgive them.

Leslie gave a cold, thin smile. “His father cares most about family legacy. If he knew Reese had the abortion herself, do you really think he’d ever accept her as his daughter-in-law?”