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When He Married My Savior in Secret (Freda Lane) novel Chapter 69

I was taken aback. You want me to convince the new tycoon, Jack, to cooperate with you?

He had asked me about this before, but he didn’t know I was Sally back then.

William hesitated, but before I could speak again, he quickly said, Forget I mentioned it!

For some reason, he suddenly seemed worried that his impression in my heart might worsen.

Before I could say anything more, my father, Arthur, and Iris came back.

Who is this?Seeing William, Dad asked.

He didn’t know about the connection with the West family, so he naturally didn’t recognize William.

This is Mr. Ripley, who came to learn about your traditional shoemaking craftsmanship,I quickly explained.

Hello, Uncle. I’m William.William walked up to Dad and introduced himself respectfully.

He had a clean and tidy appearance with a friendly smile, but it was clear he wasn’t someone who worked with his

hands.

Hello.Dad gave him a brief look and didn’t say much, just extended his hand to shake his.

Iris knew William but hardly interacted with him.

Seeing him now and knowing he was my father’s good friend, she timidly clung to Dad, and her big eyes showed obvious rejection.

She didn’t like Enzo and knew that Enzo’s friends often bullied me, so she didn’t have a good impression of William

either.

Dad just thought she wasn’t used to meeting strangers and didn’t think too much about it.

Dad, why did you come back?I asked.

Dad looked at the wet Iris in his arms and said, It’s windy outside, and I’m afraid she might catch a cold.

He touched Iris’s wet head without caring that her wet clothes might dampen him.

Iris immediately nestled in his arms like a little kitten, her hands wrapped around his neck, enjoying the intimacy.

William, please come inside.Dad politely invited William into the house.

He warmly offered some homegrown watermelon, cut into thin slices, and served it to William on a plate.

William was pleasantly surprised but didn’t know how to approach it.

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In wealthy families, watermelon is usually cut into small pieces and eaten with toothpicks.

Iris, who had changed her clothes with me, came running out.

Seemingly aware of his awkwardness, Iris playfully rolled her eyes at him and took a piece of watermelon, sitting at the entrance nonchalantly while munching on it. Occasionally, she would pick up the large fan by the door and fan herself.

She imitated how Dad ate watermelon, finding it amusing and mimicking him perfectly.

Iris ate quickly, nibbling on the watermelon in small bites, and soon watermelon juice stained her little face.

With her head bobbing up and down, she looked like an adorable little bunny.

William seemed a bit mesmerized.

He could clearly feel that Iris had become much livelier than before.

Back at the West family, the child hardly showed herself.

Every time she appeared, she would shrink her body as much as possible and cling to my leg, following me everywhere.

Her eyes were dull and lacked luster.

She was timid and sheltered, unable to face the world.

Now, she had big, watery eyes, acted quickly and decisively, and her reactions were sharp.

Her little legs were crossed on the doorstep, looking intelligent and adorable.

It was a stark contrast to the past, as if she had completely transformed into a different person.

Looking at me, I sat on a chair with more elegance and restraint compared to Iris.

My eyes were curved, and my lips carried a faint smile. Though serene, there was a sense of vitality about me.

I was no longer confined by the oldfashioned, rigid dress code. I now wore a white Tshirt paired with lightcolored shorts, showcasing my slim waist and long legs.

My long hair was casually tied up, revealing a smooth forehead and exuding youthful charm like a high school

student.

It seemed like I had shed the meekness and restraintthe lifeless and submissive demeanor I had shown in front of

the West familyas if all connections to that lifeless existence were severed.

Could a divorce really bring about such a significant change in a person?

William couldn’t help but curl his lips, recalling a saying: Marriage is like a grave.

Chapter 69

It seemed like that saying was true.

Afterwards, Dad meticulously demonstrated his traditional shoemaking process to William.

The traditional shoemaking process is complex, involving numerous steps that could easily take half a day just to complete the preparations.

Iris had been observing the two of them from a distance, neither too close nor too far.

Can Uncle William really learn shoemaking from Grandpa?Iris asked with deep concern.

I remained silent.

I knew very well what William’s true intentions were.

His purpose in coming here was probably not just to learn shoemaking. The real goal was likely to be to discuss the matter with Jack.

As night fell, Dad paused his explanation and went to cook for everyone.

Originally, I was going to help, but the old man was stubborn and insisted that his daughter shouldn’t get involved in any kitchen work.

Helplessly, I stood at the door and watched him work.

Your father dotes on you so much. You have a good father,William said as he walked over, his hands in his pockets, and stood beside me with an air of confidence.

He glanced at me again.

I exuded tranquility, unlike the materialistic and anxious women outside.

Even though my father was just a shoemaker, he treated me with tenderness and without a hint of disdain.

Given my situation, why did I have to scheme against Enzo and do something so reckless?

Moreover, I was the ThousandFaced Fox, with millions of fans and a decent income.

The more unpredictable I seemed, the more William wanted to figure me out.

He even thought that a beautiful and intelligent woman like me, if not for that foolish act, could have found a man who loved me wholeheartedly and cherished me in the palm of his hand.

Do you find shoemaking enjoyable, Mr. Ripley?I turned my head to ask him.

When I looked at him, the warmth in my eyes had vanished, but my politeness and courtesy remained.

William knew that this politeness and courtesy were all because of his two acts of saving my life.

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