All Chapters of Mom, We Got You a Husband!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cassidy stared at Dylan. His sudden appearance had completely unsettled her. “What are you doing here?” Dylan's eyes moved from her to Hans. “What is your relationship with him?” Cassidy's irritation immediately returned. “That's none of your business.” Hans looked between them. “Cassidy, who is this?” “My ex-husband.” Hans's expression changed. Dylan noticed. “Ex-husband,” he repeated coldly. “Yes.” Cassidy looked directly at him. “Emphasis on ex.” Dylan ignored the comment. He pointed toward the drink. “I saw him put something in your glass.” Cassidy frowned. Hans immediately shook his head. “That's not true.” Dylan looked at him. “I watched you do it.” “Cassidy, he's lying.” Hans turned toward her. “You know me.” Cassidy hesitated. That was exactly the problem. She did know Hans. They had been friends abroad for years. He had never given her a reason to fear him. But Dylan had. Kidnapping. Threats. The factory. Every instinct told Cassidy not to t

Selena stood at the bottom of the stairs with Dylan's coat still in her hands. The strand of hair she had found remained between her fingers. Long. Definitely not hers. Her expression darkened. Where had Dylan really been last night? And why had he returned wearing a different coat? “Selena?” She quickly hid the strand of hair. Ivy was coming down the stairs. “What?” “You look upset.” Selena forced a smile. “I'm just tired.” Ivy glanced at the coat. “Is that Dylan's?” “Yes.” “He came home?” “A little while ago.” Selena handed the coat to a maid. Then she called toward the kitchen. “Janice.” Janice appeared. “Yes, Miss Johnson?” Selena's smile tightened. “Prepare breakfast for Dylan. I'll bring it upstairs myself.” “Yes.” A short time later, Selena carried a tray toward the stairs. Cathy and Ivy were sitting nearby. “Going to see Dylan?” Cathy asked. “Yes. He hasn't eaten.” Cathy smiled. “You were awake half the night worrying about him. Now you're taking

Dylan stared at Sherry. “You.” That single word stayed in his mind. According to Sherry, Selena had studied him before they met. She had known where he went. What he liked. And after the night he was drunk, she had supposedly told her friends that she had finally gotten what she wanted. Him. Dylan's expression became unreadable. Sherry watched him carefully. “Now you understand.” “Understand what?” “That Selena isn't as innocent as you think.” Dylan slowly stepped closer. Sherry mistook his silence for interest. She smiled. “I know I'm not perfect either.” Her fingers reached toward his shirt. Dylan caught her wrist. Her smile froze. “But at least I'm being honest with you.” “Honest?” “Yes.” She stepped closer. “I liked you the moment I saw you.” Dylan released her. “You met me yesterday.” “Sometimes that's enough.” “Not for me.” Sherry's face tightened. “Dylan—” “Mr. Edwards.” She stopped. His voice became cold. “Don't confuse me listening to you with

Harvey Walter's smile stiffened. “I heard about the kidnapping from someone at the mall,” he said. “News travels quickly, Mr. Edwards.” Dylan watched him. “Does it?” “Of course. An incident like that attracts attention.” Harvey pushed the contract toward him. “But I didn't come here to discuss Miss Ellis. I'm here because I believe we can finally reach an agreement.” Dylan didn't touch the folder. Sherry had been taken shortly after speaking to him about Selena's past. Now Harvey had appeared at his office, already aware of the incident. Dylan intended to remember that. “Tell me why I should reconsider your proposal,” he said. Harvey straightened. “I understand Edwards Group is expanding further into fashion. My company has contacts that could help you.” “We have contacts of our own.” “Not like mine.” Dylan raised an eyebrow. Harvey smiled. “For example, I know a designer who could make a real difference to your new collection.” “Who?” “Queen.” Dylan's fingers stopp

Dylan stood outside Sherry's hospital room, looking at Selena. He had just asked whether she had told Harvey Walter about his search for Queen. She had said no. But her expression had changed when he mentioned Harvey's name. Dylan wanted to ask more questions. Instead, he turned toward the elevators. “Dylan?” Selena hurried after him. “Where are you going?” “Home.” She caught his hand. “What about Sherry?” “She's receiving medical care. David is arranging additional security, and the police will speak with her when she's ready.” Selena looked toward the hospital room. “Then I'll go with you.” Dylan studied her. “Aren't you staying with your friend?” “Cathy and Ivy are here. They'll take care of her.” “You were worried about leaving her alone a moment ago.” Selena's fingers tightened around his hand. “I know. But you're leaving, and I want to be with you.” Dylan looked at her stomach. She was pregnant. He remembered a photograph of Cassidy that had circulated onli