Chapter 346 Why Don't You Touch and See, What's Matter with My Body?
"Why do Wendy's eyes look just like Grace's?" Kelly blurted out.
Wendy freaked and snatched her sunglasses back, slapping them on her face.
Patrick had warned her to keep the eye surgery on the down-low. She'd been holed up in the hospital and just swung by to grab some stuff.
"Didn't you hear me, Kelly? Get out!" Wendy snapped.
She'd had the surgery, and yeah, her eyes were way bigger now. Whatever the doc did, her eyes were practically glowing.
But she was still healing, and you could totally see the surgery marks. She needed more rest. The doc even said she might need more tweaks, maybe even another surgery.
Lately, Wendy had been staring at herself in the mirror, feeling like her eyes looked like someone else's, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Wendy, did you get plastic surgery?" Kelly asked, straight-up.
"If you keep talking crap, I'll shut you up myself. I did not get plastic surgery!" Wendy shot back.
She'd only had her eyes done, but she had to admit, she looked way hotter. These eyes were killer.
Kelly smirked, "You know the truth. Who are you trying to impress looking this good?"
Wendy couldn't take it anymore. She lunged at Kelly, "What the hell are you saying? Shut up, you bitch! You think everyone's like you, just here to seduce men?"
"Go ahead, but if anything happens to the baby I'm carrying, can you handle the fallout? This baby is the future heir of your family," Kelly countered, using her pregnancy as a shield.
Wendy froze. Kelly was playing dirty, using her pregnancy to get away with anything.
"So what if I'm born to charm men? If you had my skills, you wouldn't be in this mess. Is there anything in this house that's truly yours? Everything's going to belong to my child. You better start playing nice, or you'll find yourself out on the street!" Kelly taunted.
Kelly was feeling bold now. Wendy was fuming, "Kelly, who do you think you are?"
"Even if you have the kid, nothing in this house is yours. You wanna kick me out? Keep dreaming. Get out, get out of my sight!" Wendy yelled, seething.
With that, Wendy shoved Kelly out of the room.
She couldn't hit Kelly, so she just avoided her.
Outside, Kelly's eyes gleamed. Wendy was right; this house wasn't hers.
Even though Ryan was the Montgomery Family heir, he had zilch to his name, not even shares.
The Montgomery Group shares were still in Patrick's hands. Ryan didn't even own a house. If she divorced Ryan, she'd be left with nothing, not to mention the secret about the baby.
Premature babies could survive at six months.
Her eyes were sharp and fierce. Kelly couldn't wait any longer!
And yeah, Wendy's eyes did look like Grace's.
Grace was pretty plain, except for her eyes, which were like sparkling gems that made everyone jealous.
But Wendy never thought Grace was pretty. Why would she get her eyes done to look like Grace's?
Something was off. Kelly knew there was more to this.
Kelly waited downstairs for a bit, and soon Wendy came down with her stuff.
Kelly stopped her, "Wendy, why'd you suddenly get plastic surgery?"
"I told you, I didn't get plastic surgery. And why should I spill the beans to you?" Wendy snapped, getting all impatient.
"If you don't fess up, I'll blab to everyone about your surgery. Your friends will roast you, call you vain, and say you did it 'cause you're ugly."
"For the last time, I didn't get plastic surgery. You think I wanted this? Dad set it up!" Wendy shot back, shaking off Kelly and storming out of the villa.
But Wendy's words left Kelly scratching her head.
'Why would Patrick suddenly have Wendy get plastic surgery, and why make her eyes look so much like Grace's? Something's fishy,' Kelly thought.
Patrick was definitely a guy with a ton of secrets. Kelly felt like she was just scratching the surface. Her mind drifted to that crystal she saw, convinced it had its own story. Everything seemed to circle back to Grace.
'Why else would Patrick insist that Ryan's wife be Grace?' Kelly pondered, then pulled up a photo she had taken of the crystal. She stared at it for a bit, then cropped it, leaving only half of the crystal, and sent it to Grace: [Grace, have you seen this crystal before?]
It was already evening, and Grace was still holed up in Xavier's study. She'd been busier than Xavier these past few days.
She still had a ton of work to do. The coffee next to her had gone cold, but when she picked it up for a sip, she found it had been swapped with milk.
She didn't need to guess who did it.
Xavier had told her too much coffee would mess with her sleep, but he was the one chugging it the most.
She'd been swamped with work lately, and Xavier didn't bug her. He probably knew better than to interrupt her. So, he just prepped fruit for her, made her milk, and stayed by her side.
Right now, Xavier was next to Grace, busy with his own stuff.
"When did you switch my coffee for milk?" Grace asked, turning to look at him.
Xavier was in his loungewear, his hair all messy from a shower, falling over his forehead.
His bangs were kinda long, covering his eyelashes. Xavier ran his fingers through his hair, leaving it all tousled but still looking ruggedly handsome.
"Too much coffee's bad for you," Xavier said.
"Then why do you drink it?" Grace shot back, eyeing his cup.
Xavier shrugged, "I'm fine. I'm in good health."
Grace rolled her eyes, "You're in good health? Your body might not even be as good as mine."
"Is that so?" Xavier's eyes darkened. When had he given Grace that impression?
"What's wrong with it? Ms. Lewis, care to explain?"
Grace stayed silent.
"Cat got your tongue? Then maybe Ms. Lewis doesn't know me well enough. How about you check for yourself and see what's wrong with my body?" Xavier teased.
With that, Xavier took Grace's hand and placed it on his abs.
Even through his clothes, Grace could feel Xavier's rock-hard muscles, his well-defined abs, full of strength.
She could even feel the heat from his skin. She knew they hadn't been intimate for a while 'cause of her busy schedule.
Seeing the look in his eyes, she knew things were about to heat up. A guy in his twenties couldn't easily brush off such doubts, even if Grace was just stating a fact—his stomach wasn't in the best shape, which could be considered a health issue, right?
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