Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 793

Steven immediately put on a bitter expression. "Come on, boss, I was just joking. You're the most handsome! I need to save my vacation to go out with Scarlett."

In the short half-hour since getting in the car, he had mentioned Scarlett several times, his face full of sweetness.

On West Forest Avenue, a luxury car was moving forward. Charlotte sat in the back seat wearing an extravagant haute couture dress, the shapewear she had squeezed into before leaving nearly suffocating her.

To fit into this gown, she had almost tortured herself to death.

"What's wrong?" James noticed something was off. Charlotte had hidden from him while putting on the shapewear, so he hadn't witnessed her self-inflicted torment.

"I'm fine, just feeling a bit uncomfortable."

The shapewear constricted her waist so tightly that even breathing was difficult. And that wasn't all—she secretly loosened a gap in the shapewear just to be able to breathe.

As they neared the hotel, Charlotte felt a discomfort in her chest, followed by a wet stain appearing on the white fabric of her dress.

To help her produce milk, James's mother had forced her to drink many supplements, making her feel like nothing more than a milk-producing machine.

She immediately covered her chest and looked at James in distress.

"James, I..."

James glanced over and immediately understood. He said gravely to the driver, "Stop up ahead."

Charlotte looked at James anxiously, not knowing what he planned to do.

The car stopped, and James got out and walked toward a shopping center.

During the few minutes of waiting, Charlotte looked out the car window and saw a couple walking by with their child. The man carried the baby while the woman smiled happily beside them.

Her eyes were full of envy, though she knew very clearly that she and James would never be able to walk down the street holding their child like an ordinary couple.

"Auntie Marianne, don't flatter me." If she was really that beautiful, why wasn't Zachary moved?

"Miss, I'm telling the truth. You should get ready now—it's almost time to make your entrance."

"By the way, has Grandfather returned?" Vivian frowned slightly.

Marianne nodded gravely. “Mr. Wilson has returned. He's in the front talking with people now. You don't need to worry."

Hearing this, Vivian finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I understand. You can go out now."

The woman in the mirror had red lips, arched thin eyebrows, and silky eyes. Vivian reached out and gently touched the cold mirror surface. "So beautiful."

Her gaze was hazy as she watched herself become increasingly blurred in the mirror.

"Miss Wilson, feeling sorry for yourself?" Leon placed a rose in front of Vivian.