The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 847

Simone noticed Joshua staring intently at her earrings. She smiled and asked, “Is something wrong?”

Joshua replied, “Your earrings look very familiar, Miss Lerman.”

Simone lightly touched her earrings and grinned. “Aurora has a pair just like these. We had them custom-made together.”

Joshua’s eyes flickered with recognition—he must’ve seen a similar pair on Aurora before. This time, though, he kept his composure.

“Is that so?” he said, voice even.

Simone tilted her head, studying him. “Joshua, you seem really interested in my earrings. Do they mean something special to you?”

It was a casual question. She hardly expected Joshua to tell her the truth.

But to her surprise, he didn’t hesitate.

“The woman who saved my life wore earrings just like yours, Miss Lerman.”

Simone’s curiosity was piqued. “Just like mine? Are you sure? You don’t sound certain.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. I haven’t found her yet.”

His gaze fixed on Simone’s earrings. “May I take a closer look?”

“Of course.” Simone slipped one off and handed it to him with a smile.

Her words came out a bit nervously. Aurora had mentioned that only a single earring was found in Stella’s room. Simone suspected the missing earring might be the one Joshua had found by chance. Of course, that was only Aurora’s guess, and no one could say for sure.

If her story didn’t hold up, she wouldn’t lose much—she just wouldn’t be able to pretend to be the person Joshua was searching for. But if she pulled it off, she’d be one step closer to him.

It wasn’t love that drove her. She was simply fascinated by who Joshua really was; she’d never been this curious about anyone before. She wanted to uncover his true identity for herself, just for the thrill of it.

Joshua turned the earring over in his hand, his expression unreadable, eyes dark and deep as a midnight lake.

Simone couldn’t tell if she’d made the right gamble. While she was still searching for something to say, Joshua suddenly spoke up.

“I met her in a garden,” he began quietly. “She was playing a violin piece—Moonlight.”