The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232 Harry’s Chicken Soup

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On the way upstairs, Selene leaned toward Lana. “I was actually thinking of setting you up with that Harry, but after lunch I changed my mind. You’d better be careful—don’t let that face of his fool you.”

Lana burst out laughing. “Relax. He and I aren’t a match. Not a chance.”

The three women stepped inside and were immediately greeted by the aroma of food.

Harry emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron, ladle in hand. “Perfect timing–you’re just in time for the soup.”

He carried out a steaming pot of chicken broth.

Selene blinked in surprise at how naturally he moved around the kitchen. “He actually knows how to cook?”

Estella glanced over. “Looks pretty professional to me.”

Even Jonathan, who rarely came home early, had shown up ahead of schedule. As much as Harry irritated him, his cooking was worth hurrying back for.

Once the table was laid and everyone dug in, Selene took her first sip. Her opinion shifted instantly.

She leaned toward Estella. “You know, I think I kind of like this type after all. Maybe I’ll just keep him for myself.”

Estella and Lana both broke into laughter.

After dinner, Harry tidied up the table, washed the dishes, and bustled about like a busy bee.

Selene watched him with open admiration. “See? Men who can actually keep a home are the most attractive. Who cares if he doesn’t have money? I’d be fine with it. I’ll be the breadwinner if he takes care of everything at home.”

Estella ate a piece of fruit and teased, “What happened to mysterious and shy? Don’t you need that?”

Selene waved her off. “What good are mystery and shyness? You can’t live on feelings.”

Lana laughed. “He doesn’t look like he’s into your type anyway.”

Selene huffed. “Please. With my dating experience, winning him over would be nothing.” She turned to Estella. “I’m moving in with you for a while.”

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Selene had always been direct in love. If she liked someone, she went after them. No dithering, no hesitation.

Estella chuckled. “Fine by me.”

Meanwhile, Isabelle had arranged a dinner with Chris.

Chris, an experienced professional, quickly picked up on her intent. She wanted his help securing the Chunk family’s resort project.

But he wasn’t someone who could be bought so easily. Mr. Chunk was generous–if this project succeeded, Chris would earn a sizable bonus. Why would he risk his career and his boss’s trust for a handful of favors from Isabelle?

He poured her tea with polite ease. “I’m flattered you think so highly of me, Ms. Monroe.”

Isabelle mistook his courtesy for interest. Smiling, she leaned in. “As long as you agree to help me, I can give you more. Better to hand this project to me than anyone else. Whatever they can do, I can do better. Whatever they can’t do, I’ll still manage.”

Chris nearly laughed. He wasn’t blind–he’d already seen the online chatter. Isabelle was all show and no substance. Handing her this project would guarantee disaster.

“Ms. Monroe, if it’s just dinner you’re offering, or perhaps a little harmless fun between a man and a woman, I’d gladly oblige…”

He smiled faintly.

Women chased him often enough, and he was good at giving them the emotional attention they craved. Isabelle was hardly special.

“But if you expect me to trade a project for personal favors, that’s impossible.”

His voice stayed polite but firm. “I’m not Mr. Chunk. He might blur business and pleasure, but I don’t. I hold my partners to the highest standards—and you don’t meet them.”

Isabelle hadn’t expected such blunt rejection. She bit her lip, stung, but refused to give up. She opened her mouth to press him further–only for Chris‘ phone to chime.

He glanced at the screen, then rose to his feet. “Excuse me, Ms. Monroe. Duty calls.”

He walked out without hesitation.

Isabelle chased after him into the parking lot. “Chris-”

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