Chapter 142Chapter 142
Rickard was dressed in a formal suit and his hair was meticulously styled, emitting the aura of the
president of a global enterprise.
Hesper frowned subconsciously.
‘Our clothes… They’re not only of the same color but also look very similar in style.’
Sure enough, someone standing next to them joked, “Mr. Duval, you’re so romantic. You actually wore
a couple’s outfit with President Lane?”
“You’ve misunderstood,” Rickard explained in a low voice indifferently, but his expression looked
extremely relaxed.
Any observant person naturally knew that he did not mind the comment deep down, so one of the
attendees continued to praise the family again. “Mr. Duval, there’s no need for you to be this modest. I
mean, just look at the three of you, just how well-suited you look when you’re standing together as a
family. You two are simply a match made in heaven.”
“That’s right, looking at all the couples in the whole of Genecity, I’m afraid you won’t be able to find a
couple who are more handsome than you.”
The group of people went on chatting, calling Rickard and Hesper the most unique couple in the whole
world, and completely forgot just how unimpressed they were when Hesper became the young lady of
the Duvals back then.
The attendees were still the same group of people, but the relationship between the two of them. had
long since changed. Hesper forced a smile and interrupted them. “I’m sorry, you’ve really misunderstood. I’m only here to
attend Renfrew’s birthday party. As for our attire, it’s just a coincidence. And about our relationship…
novelbinMr. Duval and I filed for a divorce years ago, didn’t we?”
“Er…” The other attendees did not expect her to speak up so directly, so the smiles on their faces
stiffened in an instant, and the atmosphere in the hall turned awkward.
Hesper looked calm. “Why not you continue with the conversation while I bring Renfrew to meet his
great-grandfather?”
“Alright…” The others agreed to Hesper’s suggestion, but Rickard left the group of people to go after
Hesper.
When they arrived at a corner of the house where there was no one, he grabbed her by the wrist.” Are
you angry?”
Not wanting to quarrel in front of the child, Hesper stared straight at him and said coldly, “No, I’m not.
And let go of me. I’m going to see Grandfather.”
Rickard did not let go. “But I feel like you’re angry.”
Hesper took a deep breath and flung her arm to break free from his grasp. “Rickard Duval,
whether I’m angry or not has nothing to do with you. You get me?”
After saying so, she took Renfrew, turned around, and left.
Looking at her tense expression, Renfrew was a little confused. “Mommy, are you upset?”
Hesper looked down at him and asked directly, “What’s with your daddy’s attire? Don’t tell me it’s a
coincidence.” “About that…”
Although Renfrew was smart, he was never good at lying, and before he could come up with an
excuse, Hesper had already reprimanded him in a low voice, “I want the truth.”
The little rascal had never seen her be so strict before, so he panicked immediately, and quickly
grabbed her hand with his little hands. “Mommy, please don’t be mad, but I… I took a picture of the
dress that you’re going to wear and sent it to Daddy earlier today.”
Hesper had already guessed it. Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?
However, thinking that her son only wanted to see them get along well, Hesper could not bear to blame
him. “It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. You should go and greet your great-grandpa first. I’ll come to you
later.”
Renfrew nodded obediently.
Hesper immediately contacted Isaac to bring her something to change into. And when she reappeared
at the party, the black dress that she wore to the party had been changed into a champagne suspender
dress. Her hair was slightly rolled up to reveal a smooth and slender neck, and she was giving off a
gentle and intellectual aura. She even changed her makeup a little and that added a little bit of charm
to her overall look.
Rickard’s gaze was so fixed on her that it was on the brink of getting glued onto her, and a strange
emotion flickered in his dimmed eyes.
“Tsk tsk tsk, your ex-wife has changed a lot,” a mocking voice sounded in his ears, and Rickard
recognized who it was without having to turn his head.
It was the young master of the Gunthers, Zikmund Gunther.