When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 525

Wendy nodded thoughtfully, her expression earnest. “I felt a strong connection with her. Anneliese really needs a couple more days of rest in bed. If you’re okay with it, why not let her stay here to recuperate?”

She knew that if Jonathan took Anneliese back home, the atmosphere within the Fullbuster household would be anything but tranquil.

Wendy’s mind raced with the implications. Anneliese was hardly in a fit state to celebrate the New Year at Jonathan’s place, not in her current condition.

Though she was an outsider in this delicate situation, the words tumbled out before she could rein them in. It was as if her exhaustion had stripped her of the usual boundaries she maintained.

Jonathan turned to her, surprise flickering across his face. “Thank you, Madam Chalmont. However, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to impose on your New Year festivities. I appreciate your concern, but I’ll take care of her myself.”

Wendy scrutinized him closely. His brows were furrowed just enough to indicate deep thought, his gaze unwavering, and his tone was calm and self-assured.

He was truly remarkable—so composed and deliberate in his demeanor. Observing him like this made Wendy question whether she had been overthinking the whole matter.

After all, she and Adrian were not Anneliese and Jonathan.

As she took in the firmness and steadiness in Jonathan’s expression, Wendy felt her worries begin to dissipate, replaced by a soft smile.

“I actually prepared a little gift for you to celebrate your marriage. May your bond grow stronger with each passing year, and may you share a lifetime filled with joy together.”

With that, she retrieved a beautifully carved sandalwood box from the low cabinet, its surface smooth and warm to the touch, and handed it to him with a flourish.

Jonathan’s lips curled into a faint yet gracious smile as he accepted the gift without hesitation. “Then I won’t stand on ceremony. My wife will adore this. Thank you, Madam Chalmont.”

As he thought of his mother, who had been a constant source of trouble for Anneliese, Jonathan couldn’t help but cast a sideways glance at Wendy, feeling a twinge of envy towards Steven.

Steven may not have had a complete family either, but at least he had a dependable mother and a sweet, charming daughter. If only he and Anneliese could have a daughter, too—she would surely be beautiful and irresistibly adorable.

The thought made Steven seem enviable. But then Jonathan remembered—Steven had no wife.

Meanwhile, he had the love of his life, a wife he cherished beyond measure. Any jealousy he felt evaporated as quickly as it had surfaced.

Once again, the reality of having a wife seemed to solve everything.

“Madam Chalmont, the pumpkin oatmeal is ready. Should I take it upstairs for the lady now?”

A housemaid appeared at the parlor door, a tray balanced delicately in her hands, her voice polite and respectful.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify