After Rebirth, I Warm My Hubby Wronged by Me Chapter 14

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Chapter 14 Cressida Asks Amberley Out
“Come, sit here,” Mildred called out to her sister. With a smile, Amberley walked over and took a seat beside Mildred. As breakfast was almost over, Mildred suddenly proposed, “Amberley, why don’t you divorce Devvy and marry me?” Amberley was taken aback by the sudden suggestion, completely bewildered. Marrying her? What a peculiar idea. The law doesn’t permit it. “Why would you want to marry me?” Amberley asked curiously. Mildred earnestly said, “Because I want to sleep with you. Devvy could only sleep with you after he married you.” Florian choked on his milk and coughed upon hearing his daughter’s cheeky remarks. Does she mean Amberley and Devlin have slept together? That’s good. I can look forward to having grandchildren soon. Amberley regretted asking Mildred the reason for her proposal. She should have just laughed it off. How could she just casually mention the fact that Devlin and I share a room at the dining table? That’s embarrassing! And what’s with Dad’s exaggerated reaction? What’s that supposed to mean? Devlin glanced at Amberley without saying a word, his eyes catching the subtle movement as she pinched her earlobe—a telltale sign of her embarrassment or unease. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. So Amberley can feel shy, too! Florian coughed lightly to conceal his awkwardness. “Let’s eat.” Mildred pouted unhappily. Dad and Mom are so mean. How could they stop me from sharing a room with Amby? Yvette coaxed Mildred, “Hurry up and eat. You still have to go to school later.” Mildred hung her head, eating her meal while sulking. Amberley caressed Mildred’s hair. “I’ll take you to school in a bit, okay?” Only then did Mildred cheer up. She flashed a brilliant smile at Amberley and nodded. “Okay.” After dropping off Mildred at school, Amberley returned home and took Yvette out for a beauty treatment. Yvette didn’t take Amberley’s proposal seriously, but Amberley dragged her out. “Mom, how does it feel? Comfortable, right? I got you a membership card and even loaded it with money. Make sure to come by more often for some self-care when you have time,” Amberley said, reclining comfortably on the massage bed. Gratitude filled her heart for the second chance at life she had been given. This time, she was determined to fully embrace life, steering clear of jerks and negativity. Protecting her family was her top priority, and she was resolute in her mission to settle the scores left unresolved in her previous life. “Don’t waste your money on me,” Yvette chided, though a smile tugged at her lips. “I’m no spring chicken—I don’t need all these frills.” Despite her words, she was secretly delighted, touched by Amberley’s thoughtfulness. She had always devoted herself to tending to her husband’s and children’s daily needs, genuinely finding joy in this simple lifestyle. The indulgent self-care routines of the wealthy elite had never been a priority for her. Raised in modest circumstances, she wasn’t a pampered heiress and had never been accustomed to such luxuries. Before meeting Florian, she had been nothing more than an unassuming, ordinary single mother navigating life on her own. Meanwhile, Devlin sat at his computer, searching for the dress Amberley had worn that morning. Though he hadn’t joined her on the shopping trip, he’d promised to replace the dress—and he fully intended to keep his word. It didn’t take long for him to discover that the piece was a new release from a foreign brand called Fasora. Fortunately, it was available for purchase on their international website. Without hesitation, Devlin placed the order. At a cozy coffee shop, Cressida sat across from a handsome young man, her lips forming a delicate pout as she tried to win him over. In a soft, coaxing tone, she pleaded, “Think of it as doing me a favor. You know how things are with my family—my dad’s company is completely reliant on Uncle Florian. Amberley is so fond of you. Can’t you just play along? If she gets upset and complains to Uncle Florian, my dad’s business could be in serious trouble.” Cressida tried her best to tarnish Amberley’s reputation in front of Sherman, perfectly embodying the image of a privileged young lady oppressing her supposed rival. Forced into the role of matchmaker between Amberley and Sherman, she felt trapped, but what choice did she have? Her family’s survival was at stake. With careful manipulation, she had skillfully painted herself as an innocent, pitiful damsel, effortlessly stirring Sherman’s protective instincts. In contrast, Sherman’s feelings toward Amberley were nothing but disdain—pure and unrelenting. Being the object of Amberley’s affection had become, in his eyes, an unwelcome burden. Feeling a pang of sympathy for Cressida, Sherman took her hand gently and said, “All right, I’ll help you one more time. I can meet with her, but you know I won’t accept her. You’re the only one in my heart.” “Sherman, thank you! You’re the best.” Cressida replied, her voice filled with feigned delight. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him with an innocent, radiant gaze, as though he were a savior sent from above to protect her. Men often admired heroism, and the reverence in Cressida’s eyes struck a chord deep within Sherman. At that moment, he felt like a true hero in her world, basking in the gratification of being her protector. In Cressida’s presence, he was undeniably the dominant figure, and he relished every second of it. “There’s no need for thanks between us, as long as you understand how I feel.” Sherman clasped Cressida’s delicate hand tightly, as though her mere presence awakened a deep sense of protectiveness within him. He longed to shield her from the harsh realities of life, to cradle her in the safety of his care. “Of course, I understand,” Cressida replied softly, her tone tinged with just the right amount of hesitation. “But my parents are quite strict. They never allowed me to date during college, always reminding me that as students, our focus should be solely on our studies.” In truth, Cressida had no intention of taking things further with Sherman. She simply wanted to keep him invested, dangling just enough to ensure his unwavering attention while she pursued her own goals. Her excuse was expertly crafted, painting herself as a well-mannered, obedient girl. With subtlety, she cast a shadow over Amberley, portraying her as a girl lacking manners and neglecting her studies in favor of pursuing Sherman. Sherman, without hesitation, believed every word. In his eyes, Cressida had always been the picture of gentleness and grace, the kind of girl who would naturally obey her parents in every way. There was no room for doubt in his mind. As she spoke, his thoughts began to drift toward the future, imagining himself as her protector, just as her parents had been. “No worries. I’m not in a rush. We can talk about it after graduation,” Sherman said confidently, fully convinced that once they graduated, Cressida’s parents would no longer stand in their way. They could finally be together openly. Little did he know, he was just one of many in Cressida’s wide-reaching net. Once she had calmed Sherman, Cressida began texting Amberley, arranging a meeting for the upcoming Saturday. Meanwhile, Amberley was in the kitchen helping Yvette with the cooking, her phone left forgotten on the living room coffee table. Devlin, seated in the living room under the guise of watching television, was actually keeping a close eye on Amberley. When the phone pinged, its screen lit up, catching his attention. His gaze flicked to the phone, and in that brief moment, he caught sight of the two words that instantly irritated him: Sherman, Saturday. They made plans to meet again, huh?