บททั้งหมดของ On The Wrong Bed; The Twin Brother's Secret: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

♦♦♦♦“Lewis! I was only trying to talk to…” Vanessa couldn't finish her words when she saw Lewis’ expression.Her voice trailed off helplessly, the rest of her sentence dying in her throat as if strangled by the look on his face. His jaw had tightened, the muscle ticking faintly beneath his skin, and his eyes.....those cold, calculating eyes.....had completely ignored her existence.His gaze had already gone back to Eleanor.It was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them.They stared at each other.Not simply looking.Not simply seeing. Staring.Into each other's souls.The air between them grew thick, heavy with tension, history, betrayal, and something far more dangerous that neither of them was ready to name.Vanessa felt invisible.Unimportant.She clenched her fists, her manicured nails digging painfully into her palms as humiliation burned under her skin. Panic flickered in her chest, and she quickly ran to Lucas instead, clutching his arm as though seeking protecti

♦♦♦♦“What are you saying, Eleanor?” Lucas asked, his voice tight with confusion, his brows knitting deeply as he stared at her like she had suddenly become a stranger wearing a familiar face.“I will be working at the company from today,” she replied calmly, her tone steady and unapologetic, as if she had just announced something ordinary. Yet her posture...straight spine, squared shoulders, and lifted chin...radiated quiet authority.Everyone still looked stunned.The words hung in the air like smoke after an explosion.“How?” Lucas asked again, this time his voice dropping lower, heavier. Confusion mixed with shock in his eyes. Beside him, Vanessa’s lips parted slightly, equally stunned, though her eyes carried something darker...suspicion. No one knew what Eleanor was thinking. No one could read her anymore.Lucas looked at her questioningly, unease creeping into his chest. He didn’t want her at the company. Not now. Not when Lewis was about to take charge. Not when everything was

♦♦♦♦“Brother-in-law…” Eleanor mumbled, acting shocked.Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling just enough to sound real. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, nails pressing into her palms as if she were trying to hold herself together. She couldn’t just stand there and watch everything fall apart in front of her. Not now. Not when everyone was watching. Not when Lewis’s words had just stripped Lucas of his dignity so mercilessly.She had to pretend like she cared. She had to look like the loving fiancée. She had to look like she was on Lucas’s side, even if her heart remained cold, and deep down, this was exactly what she wanted.“Please, Lewis… pardon my fiancé,” she said softly, turning her gaze toward Lucas.Her eyes lingered on him, filled with practiced concern. Her lips parted slightly, her expression carefully crafted into one of worry and helplessness, like a woman torn between the two most important men in her life.“He will prove his ability. Just give him a c

♦♦♦♦Eleanor’s body jerked violently in surprise, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind. Her fingers froze on the car handle, her heart slamming hard against her ribs. “Lewis, what are you doing?” she whispered harshly, panic flooding her voice as her eyes darted around nervously. The mansion gates were not far, and the last thing she wanted was to be seen in such an intimate position with him. Her reputation was already fragile...she could not afford more suspicion.“I want to hold you,” he murmured simply, his voice low and unapologetic, as his arms tightened around her waist. His chest pressed firmly against her back, solid and warm, his chin almost resting on her shoulder. His grip was possessive, firm, as though he feared she might disappear if he loosened it.“Why? This is inappropriate!” she protested, her brows knitting together as she placed her hands on his forearms, trying to pry him off. She pushed lightly at first, then harder,

♦♦♦♦Lucas gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned pale, the leather creaking under the pressure of his hands. His jaw was locked, his teeth clenched so hard they hurt. He was furious....absolutely furious. The drive back home felt longer than usual, every second feeding the storm brewing inside his chest. He hadn’t even been able to change at the ancestral mansion because of everything that had happened. Everything had spiraled out of his control, and he hated that feeling more than anything.What angered him most wasn’t his father’s harsh words or the humiliation he suffered in front of everyone. It was Eleanor. The image of her standing there, looking at Lewis with those pleading eyes, begging another man....for his sake replayed over and over in his mind. His grip tightened further as jealousy and humiliation mixed into something ugly and unbearable. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, the one she looked up to....not the one she pitied.And then hi