บททั้งหมดของ On The Wrong Bed; The Twin Brother's Secret: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

♦♦♦♦In the evening, Lucas arrived home from work, his shoulders stiff with fatigue, while Vanessa returned not long after from shopping.. arms filled with bags from luxury boutiques and body-care stores, her mood visibly lifted.“Babe,” Eleanor walked beside Lucas immediately, slipping her fingers into his and locking hands with him as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Her smile was soft, practiced. Lucas frowned slightly and stylishly removed his hand, but she didn’t give up. She stayed close, talking casually, switching topics effortlessly, trying to pull him into conversation as they walked.Then Vanessa appeared.“Lucas!” she called brightly and rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms without hesitation, pushing Eleanor aside as if she didn’t exist. The two of them walked ahead together toward the dining room, leaving Eleanor behind like an afterthought.‘He is hopeless,’ Eleanor snorted inwardly. Lucas followed Vanessa obediently, as though Eleanor wasn’t

♦♦♦♦The house became unusually quiet as time went on. Lewis refused to show up at the mansion, and Lucas was buried in work, fully focused on securing his promotion at the company.Eleanor saw the results of Lewis’s torture reflected clearly in the company group chat she was secretly part of. The rumors, the sudden panic, the abrupt silence from certain executives… it was all there. She expected less and yet found herself surprised by Lewis’s capabilities.She stood alone on the balcony, the night air brushing against her skin, deep in thought about her next move as her fingers carefully caressed the pendant resting against her chest.She needed to bring Lewis back home… fully, if she wanted to execute her plan properly.But suddenly….“Where are you going?”Vanessa’s voice came out of nowhere.Eleanor turned slightly, already irritated. “To where I don’t have to see your face,” she replied flatly.She brushed past Vanessa, their shoulders colliding deliberately. Vanessa stiffened, bu

♦♦♦♦Lewis’s gaze lingered on Eleanor, filled with curiosity and a growing impatience. He could sense she was holding something back, and the silence between them felt heavy, almost suffocating.“Come on, Eleanor,” he urged softly, his brows drawing together. “Tell me.”She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the bedsheet as if anchoring herself.“It… it contains my grandfather’s hair and ashes,” she finally declared, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over.Lewis froze.“What?” His eyes widened in shock. “Ashes....your…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharply as guilt crashed over him like a wave.“When did this happen?” he asked quietly, his tone suddenly careful.“The first day of the year,” Eleanor replied, her lips trembling. “At midnight.”Lewis felt something twist painfully in his chest. “Why didn’t you tell us?” He paused, then asked more slowly, “Is Lucas aware of this?”“No,” she shook her head fain

♦♦♦♦The knock echoed softly against the wooden door.Once.Twice.Eleanor waited.Nothing.The silence pressed against her ears, thick and deliberate, as though the house itself was holding its breath. Slowly, her fingers tightened around the shirt in her hand...the fabric wrinkling, twisting under her grip.“He left again?” she muttered, the words laced with restrained irritation.Her jaw clenched.Without waiting any longer, she turned and walked down the hallway, her steps echoing faintly against the polished floor. The living room greeted her with emptiness...no guards standing at attention, no murmured conversations, no trace of Lewis’s presence.Sunlight streamed lazily through the tall windows, dust motes floating in the air, undisturbed. Everything looked calm. Too calm.“Where’s Lewis?”She stopped a maid passing by, her voice sharp enough to cut through the quiet.The maid slowed only briefly, casting Eleanor a dismissive glance before walking past her as if she hadn’t spoke

♦♦♦♦“Why can’t we just talk here?” Lewis asked, slowing his steps as he gestured toward a wooden bench beneath the dim garden lights. His tone was calm, but his eyes searched her face relentlessly. “Or are you trying to run away from me?”“Of course not,” Eleanor shook her head immediately and followed him, sitting quietly beside him. The cool surface of the bench seeped through her thin dress. “Why should I?”Lewis exhaled, leaning back slightly, his elbows resting on the bench as he stared ahead. “You’re getting married to my brother soon,” he said suddenly. “Are you happy?”The question struck her harder than she expected.For a brief moment, Eleanor stayed silent. The night air seemed to thicken between them. Then she nodded slowly.“He’s been good to me,” she replied softly. “I’m sure we’ll be fine after this misunderstanding.”Lewis turned to her at once. “How?” he asked carefully. “You like him? Since when?”That was it.Eleanor saw straight through him....and she decided to pr