Chapter 129: Chapter 129

How could she not overthink it, "No wonder he won’t marry you. Turns out you have a husband. If you have a husband, why not cut ties with Charles? Why be friends with a man?"

"I guess my explanation was in vain earlier. Believe it or not, it’s up to you." Lucy Eaton checked the time, "If Your Highness has nothing else to say, then I’ll head back. My parents are waiting for me."

"Stop right there!" Sophie Bennett ordered her, "I command you to immediately cut ties with our Charles and never meet again."

"You command me?" Lucy Eaton found it amusing, "On what grounds? Even if you are Charles’s wife, you have the right to command him, but what right do you have to command me? Even if you are the President’s daughter, you have no right to control others’ friendships."

Seeing her firm attitude, Sophie Bennett sneered, "A married woman not following the virtues of womanhood, using friendship as an excuse to flirt and behave shamelessly."

"Your Highness doesn’t look bad, why so insecure?" Lucy Eaton was not angry, but smiled, "You’ve just gotten married and are already so anxious. How will you manage the long years ahead?"

Lucy Eaton really didn’t want to say more to her, feeling fed up, she quickly walked out the door.

Emma Bennett returned to his place and remained silent the whole time. Nick, noticing his unusual quietness, asked, "Your Highness, what’s wrong?"

"Did you see Lucy Eaton outside today?"

"What kind of clothes was she wearing?"

Nick answered truthfully, "A pink dress and high heels."

"You said she looks average, but Sophie said she looks beautiful." He looked at Nick, "Did you say that just because you don’t like her?"

"As I’ve said, everyone has different tastes. What others find attractive, I might find so-so. Besides, His Highness probably said so for diplomacy’s sake. Lucy Eaton and Charles Sharp have been rumored more than once, and His Highness knows about it. It was probably sarcasm."

Emma Bennett didn’t really care about Lucy Eaton’s looks; he just wanted to know what she looked like.

He called in several servants from the yard and heard the same answer as Nick’s, even a maid said Lucy Eaton wasn’t good-looking, just taller.

"I’m asking you what she looks like? Her features? You keep saying she’s average, can you get to the point?" Emma Bennett’s face darkened.

Seeing this, the servants fell to their knees with a thud.

"Forgive us, Your Highness."

They exchanged glances and finally began to describe her.

"Her eyes are double-lidded but not large, like fox eyes."

Emma Bennett was taken aback, fox eyes? He knew there were two kinds of fox eyes, one fierce and one gentle, but neither boded well for marriages.

A poem states: Fox eyes gleam yellow, shifty and cunning, greedy and callous, fickle without trust, adept at flattery throughout the years.

But the truth was, Lucy Eaton’s eyes weren’t small; the corners might tilt up a bit, but they were not fox eyes at all.

"Her nose lacks a bridge."

"Her lips are small, but the corners droop down."

With such descriptions, Lucy Eaton’s general appearance emerged in Emma Bennett’s mind, indeed not very attractive.

The servants followed Nick’s lead, deliberately describing in such a way, knowing Emma Bennett was blind and could never truly see Lucy Eaton’s appearance, giving them confidence to speak thus.

"Yes, Your Highness."

As they exited, they bumped into Sophie coming in.

"Good day, Your Highness."

"Hmm." Sophie entered and called out, "Brother."

"Today’s your wedding day. Why aren’t you with your husband, why come here?"

"Don’t even mention him to me." Sophie sat beside him angrily to vent, "Charles Sharp only sees me as a marriage partner, talks about mutual respect and keeping a courteous distance, says if that’s not possible, hopes I’ll behave, and insists I follow the Sharp Clan’s house rules."

"I think what he said wasn’t unreasonable. You did marry by arrangement, why expect the intimacy of a love marriage from the start?"

"Brother, you have no idea. He and the Prime Minister’s daughter, Lucy Eaton, aren’t ordinary friends." The more Sophie spoke, the angrier she became, "I can tell, Charles Sharp has feelings for her. Why he didn’t marry her but chose to ally with me, Brother, I bet you can’t guess why."

"Because Lucy Eaton is already married."

Emma Bennett’s mind buzzed loudly, "What... what did you say?"

"You must be surprised too, Brother. If she hadn’t told me herself today, I wouldn’t have known."

"What does her husband do?"

"I don’t know, I didn’t ask." Sophie sneered, "Anyway, she’s just a shameless seductress; it’s unexpected that the Prime Minister’s daughter would be such a character."

"Yet when you toasted her, you praised her for being beautiful."

"Bah, what beauty, ugly as sin."

"She and Charles Sharp might just be ordinary friends. You said she’s ugly as sin, Charles Sharp isn’t blind like me, why would he fancy her?"

Sophie hesitated to speak, then said nothing.

"Brother, women’s intuition is very accurate. I just feel there’s something between them. At the wedding today, Charles kept glancing at her, anyone paying attention could see it."

Emma Bennett, feeling irritable, didn’t want to discuss it further.

"Now that you’re married to Charles Sharp, you’re his wife. Whatever happens, you should get along well, don’t act willfully."

"Don’t worry, for Mom and Dad’s sake, I’ll do my best to be a qualified Mrs. Sharp."

"What did Sophie say to you?"

"Nothing." Lucy Eaton replied.

"If she said anything foolish to upset you, I apologize on her behalf." Charles Sharp seemed sleep-deprived lately, his eyes dark and slightly bloodshot.

"She’s her own person, and you’re you. Even though you’re married, you’re still individuals; you needn’t say so." Lucy Eaton looked at him, "She married you, so she’s your wife. You should treat her well."

Charles Sharp gazed at her, "I will. You’ll still be my friend, right?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on noᴠelfire.net

"Of course, we will always be friends."

He smiled knowingly, "What you said is the best wedding gift I’ve received. You don’t know how worried I was that we wouldn’t be friends anymore."

"Why wouldn’t we be friends? Just because of what you said at dinner that time?"

Lucy couldn’t help but smile, "I believe we’ll both maintain proper boundaries as friends. I trust you, and I trust myself, so I’ll always be your friend."