The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Their tag–team act had one goal: making Lucille look worse in Cedrick’s eyes. Their boldness stemmed purely from Cedrick’s inaction. People act based on how they’re treated–had he shown his wife respect, they’d never dare slander her to his face.

“Cedrick… Do you think Lucille hates me?”

Maricela’s voice trembled, eyes glistening. “Does she think I talk too much?”

“You do talk too much.”

Aydan took a sip of wine, amused.

“Mr. Hurley.”

Cedrick’s tone turned icy. “Mr. Hurley, I presume? What business is my family to you? Why must you repeatedly in- terfere?”

“Your family?”

Aydan chuckled. “My apologies. I only recognize Lucille as your wife. What standing do others have to claim family ties? Take this lady here–surely the New China hasn’t revived the practice of keeping concubines?”

“You…” Maricela’s tears welled up, almost crying, “Cedrick…”

Cedrick’s face darkened like a storm brewing, “Aydan, on such an occasion, I don’t want any conflict with you, but my people are not to be bullied. If you have something to say, we can settle it after?”

“Want to fight me?”

Aydan smiled, “So angry for a beauty!

But I find it a bit strange. You’re fighting me for your lover, and I’m fighting you for your wife. How is that not weird?”

“Aydan, you don’t seem to have the right to fight me for anyone. The two people you mentioned, regardless of whether you’re right, have nothing to do with you. But to teach you a lesson for your rudeness, I wouldn’t mind beat- ing you up after.”

Cedrick was provoked to the extreme by Aydan; otherwise, he, usually calm, wouldn’t say such bold words.

Aydan didn’t mind his provocation, just smiled, “Cedrick, are you sure you can beat me?”

“We can try.”

Coldness was evident in Cedrick’s eyes.

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Chapter 50

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Maricela advised from the side, “Cedrick, forget it, don’t bother with a dancer. He’s like a broken jar not afraid of breaking, while we’re porcelain, very precious.”

Lucille heard Maricela compare Aydan to a clay pot and found it amusing.

Now, the crowd of guests stirred because Mrs. Hurley and her husband Mr. Wilson arrived, and with Mrs. Hurley was a young woman, presumably Thomas.

“They’re here.”

Maricela stood up, “Seems like they’re coming this way, Cedrick.”

Everyone stood up out of courtesy, including Lucille and Aydan.

Mrs. Hurley’s group was indeed coming this way, smiling from afar, “Dressed so beautifully today, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Maricela said happily, “Cedrick, is Mrs. Wilson complimenting me?”

But Cedrick felt something was off; Aydan’s expression was off, and the warmth in Mrs. Wilson’s gaze–for someone like Maricela whom she’d only met once, it shouldn’t be like that….

Lucille smiled quietly; she knew Mrs. Hurley was talking about her.

She prepared to step forward, but something tripped her foot, and she stumbled forward.

“Oh, Lucille…” Mrs. Wilson was startled.

Aydan war

a bit far from Lucille, while the closest to Lucille were Maricela and Cedrick.

Cedrick reacted quickly, grabbed Lucille’s arm, pulled her up forcefully, but Lucille bumped into his chest.

Maricela immediately came over to support Lucille, looking anxious, and explained to Mrs. Hurley, “Sorry, Mrs. Wil- son, our companion here has a foot problem, offended you, really sorry, she didn’t mean it, her foot is lame, see for yourself…

Maricela lifted Lucille’s skirt.

Lucille’s scar–covered calf was exposed in public.

Deep–seated humiliation made Lucille, who had just ventured out to touch the outside world, panic again. She tugged hard at her skirt, trying to cover her leg.

Aydan paled, and his mother Mrs. Hurley beat him to it, frowning as she walked straight over, pushed Maricela aside, wrapped her arm around Lucille’s waist, and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Lucille, how are you?