The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 91

Cheryl’s expression was one of open disdain. “Who could ever like someone so two-faced?”

“He seems pretty decent…” Lindsay started, but Cheryl cut her off.

“Decent? Lindsay, don’t tell me you still don’t know what he’s really like?”

Realizing her words sounded a little harsh, Cheryl quickly softened. “I just mean, you two grew up together. You know him better than anyone.”

Lindsay didn’t bother to offer much of an opinion about Lester. Truth was, she didn’t know Cheryl that well either. As for what Cheryl was really thinking, Lindsay had no idea.

“Oh, right—this is for you. Just a little something to mark our first meeting.” Cheryl reached into her bag and handed Lindsay a small jewelry box.

“Open it! See if you like it?”

Lindsay flipped open the lid. Inside was a bracelet—not jade, not agate. It looked like…wood?

“It’s a peach wood bracelet. I made it myself, you can’t find these in any store,” Cheryl explained.

“Isn’t peach wood supposed to ward off bad luck?”

Lately, was she really that unlucky? Cheryl had already given her a charm for protection, and now this.

“Yeah, try it on!” Cheryl urged.

Not wanting to seem ungrateful, Lindsay slipped the bracelet onto her wrist. To her surprise, it fit perfectly.

“You don’t even need to take it off when you shower. Peach wood is said to be good for you,” Cheryl added.

“Alright.”

Cheryl covered her mouth, stifling a yawn. “Let’s head back and get some rest.”

Lindsay glanced at Lester, who was standing beneath a tree in the yard. “You go ahead. I’ll sit out here a while longer.”

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” Cheryl disappeared inside, and it wasn’t long before Lester wandered over.

Lindsay fought to keep a straight face, furrowing her brow instead. “And what exactly do you have to offer? Yves is awake now. Whether it’s Quigley Manor or the family company, it all belongs to him.”

“You care about Yves that much?” Lester pressed.

Instead of answering directly, Lindsay replied, “I want a life of comfort and wealth. Yves—well, he’s got his injuries, but with him, I’d never have to worry about money.”

Lester leaned in, his voice low and coaxing. “That may have been true before, but now there’s Cheryl. Trust me, no one knows Yves like I do. He’s cold, calculating—love means nothing to him, especially when it comes to women. Only those who can help him get what he wants are rewarded with even the barest scraps of affection.”

Lindsay bowed her head, her shoulders trembling in apparent sorrow.

Thinking she was crying, Lester reached over and gently patted her shoulder. “Hey, don’t be upset. You still have me.”

At his words, Lindsay’s shoulders shook even harder, as if she were sobbing uncontrollably.

In reality, she was struggling not to burst out laughing.

After a moment, she raised her head and fixed Lester with a steady gaze. “After what I did to your mother, don’t you hate me?”