บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Mrs Russell : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 29

Karina sat beside Devon and glanced at William.He greeted her with a bright smile.The two brothers didn't really look alike. They both had their mother's brown hair, but Devon had inherited her green eyes while William had taken after their father with his brown ones.Even though they were only a year apart, William looked much older than Devon. There was also something slightly sickly about him that Karina couldn't quite put her finger on.“You must be the wife I've heard so much about,” William said, extending his hand.At the same time, Devon calmly placed more food onto Karina's plate.“Nice to meet you.”Karina reached out to shake his hand, but before she could, Devon grabbed her hand and held it firmly by his side.William laughed softly and awkwardly withdrew his hand.“What are you doing?” Karina whispered angrily, keeping a smile on her face as she tried to pull free from his grip.“You shouldn't touch dirty things,” Devon replied.He took out a handkerchief and began wipi

Karina fluttered her eyes open and instinctively looked at the other side of the bed.Devon wasn't there.A flicker of worry rose in her chest. She quickly got out of bed and hurried downstairs.Her steps slowed when she spotted him seated at the dining table, eating breakfast as if nothing was wrong.Devon noticed her and gave a small nod.She smiled in return and made her way over, taking the seat beside him.Devon gestured for Patricia to bring Karina's breakfast. Patricia nodded and quietly placed the dishes on the table."Good morning," Karina greeted with a grin. She wanted to know whether Patricia still held a grudge against her or if she had softened even a little.Patricia paused for a moment, slightly startled as she set down the last dish.A faint smile appeared on her face."Good morning, Karina."Then, without another word, she turned and left.Karina's smile dimmed slightly, but she quickly brushed it off. At least Patricia was answering her greetings now.Across from he

Devon watched with a faint smile as Karina moved effortlessly through the kitchen, preparing meals for customers.Ryan—the man from earlier, whom Karina had explained was both her junior and the person she had left in charge of the restaurant—worked beside her.No one needed to tell Devon that the way Ryan looked at her went beyond friendship.Even if Karina herself seemed completely oblivious to it.Leaning back in his chair, Devon took a better look around the restaurant.The place was small, but every table was occupied.As soon as one group of customers left, another quickly took their place.Business was clearly thriving.What surprised him more were the prices.For the quality of food being served, Karina was charging far less than he expected.Then again, considering the neighborhood, it made sense.Which also meant she was barely making a profit."I'm sorry," Karina said as she slipped on another pair of gloves and walked over to him. "We're unusually busy today, so we might e

It had been two weeks since Devon fell into a coma and another two weeks since he woke up and refused to speak to anyone.The moment replayed in his mind as vividly as if it had happened yesterday. He remembered every detail with painful clarity. The moment his father uttered the name Goodwill Orphanage, the memories he had buried for years came rushing back all at once. Faces. Voices. Fear. Pain. Things he had forgotten, things his mind had desperately tried to protect him from. He remembered forcing himself to stay calm, holding everything together by the thinnest thread as he walked out of the house. He had wanted to make it to the car. Just the car.But the moment he sat down, the weight of it all crashed into him.The truth.The realization that everything he thought he knew about himself had been a lie.And then darkness.Karina came by again as usual to feed him.Over the past two weeks, she had become the only person whose presence he could tolerate for more than a few minutes