A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1023

Romy swiped the back of her hand across her mouth, finding it completely dry.

"You lied to me! There's no drool," she complained. She had genuinely panicked for a second, thinking her obsession with a handsome face had completely bypassed her self-control.

"Do you actually have a crush on Herbert?" Starla asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I just think he's nice to look at. That's entirely different from having a crush on him," Romy clarified. She always kept a strict boundary between appreciating a beautiful man and actually liking one.

"Is there really a difference?" Starla asked dryly. "Usually, thinking someone is gorgeous is the first step to falling for them."

"Well, Mr. Yelchin was gorgeous too," Romy fired back. "Do you still like him?"

Starla went completely silent.

Sometimes, she really wanted to tape Romy's mouth shut.

But the girl wasn't wrong. Fairfax was breathtakingly handsome, and Starla had always had a weakness for a beautiful face. Back when she had first agreed to marry him, aside from her hidden motives, his undeniable attractiveness had definitely played a part. If he had been ugly, she probably wouldn't have said yes.

"Hey, where are you going?" Romy hurried after her as Starla abruptly turned on her heel and walked away.

For the past month, Romy had purposefully avoided bringing up Fairfax's name, knowing it was a sore subject. That little slip just now was purely accidental. Life with Starla had been so strangely domestic lately that Romy's mouth often moved faster than her brain.

"I'm going to pay my respects," Starla said flatly.

Romy grimaced.

*Again?*

They headed to the memorial site.

"You buy so much expensive stuff to leave out here," Romy muttered, eyeing the premium bottles and high-end cigars in Starla's tote bag. "Does a dead guy really need top-shelf whiskey? Seems like a massive waste of money to me."

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