Unexpected Marriage With Mr. Leighton: Rebirth of the Villain-Chapter 119: MRS. LEIGHTON

Greyson could only hold back his tongue when he heard that and the music ended. "You make it sound like you have been treated badly in our home."

"The fact that you still think what Dylan did was simply a ’mistake’ shows how messed up your concept of treating someone else is." Hazel took a step back. "I know a father who is willing to go through hell for their daughter, but you... you gave me that hell."

"You are being dramatic here."

Dramatic, huh.

"What Dylan has done was a great crime that cost me greatly, and you called it a mistake, and now when I told you how I feel, you call me dramatic." Hazel smiled softly at him; she tilted her head as she continued to speak. "I wonder what you would have done if my mother was treated the same way Dylan treated me."

She couldn’t use herself as the analogy, but she could use the only person that Greyson still cared about. As unbelievable as it sounded, Greyson still loved his wife dearly. Her mother was the only person who could make him see sense.

Hazel watched how anger built in Greyson’s eyes when the image sunk into his mind. She was right. This was the only analogy that could reach him.

However, before Hazel could hear what Greyson was going to say, someone had approached them, and this time, it was she who tensed up.

"Good evening, Ms. Rose, can I have a dance with you?" Arlo asked politely.

Hazel was shaken up a bit because Arlo was very close to her, and it still felt weird for him not to recognize her.

Yet, she composed herself pretty fast and returned the smile. "Mrs. Leighton," Hazel said softly to him. "I am Mrs. Leighton now."

Not only did Hazel correct Arlo, but she also made it very clear to Greyson that she was no longer a Rose.

***

Laurel was unwell; thus, she asked to leave first. But she only informed Daniel and didn’t say a word to Ranon and Hazel when she went with James and Carl. She didn’t think she could handle it.

It was ironic when she realized her marriage was going to end in the place where the other couple just started their journey.

"Are you okay? You look pale." James stretched out his hand to check her temperature, but Laurel pushed his hand away. She felt disgusted to be touched by him, even though she could see the concern in his eyes.

There was no point in that concern now.

She must be in so much shock, and her body reacted to it. Her throat was itchy, and her head felt light as her body became so hot. She got a fever.

"You look awful, Mother. Why don’t we go to the hospital?" Carl suggested; he was sitting beside the driver and looked at Laurel through the rearview mirror, but he was surprised to see the hatred in his stepmother’s eyes when their eyes met.

Out of instinct, Carl turned his head and avoided eye contact. He was scared. The guilty feeling had been eating him alive, and the tension made him fidgety.

Laurel still refused to acknowledge him, and he was too stubborn to apologize. The way his father handled the situation didn’t help either; thus, they were in a stalemate.

Closing her eyes, Laurel shut down their attempt to persuade her to go to the hospital and pretended to be asleep, but not before she said something that made James feel uneasy.

"There is no need to go back to the hotel. Let’s go back home."

"Why? Do you have something urgent to do?"

"I think you and Carl are the ones who have something urgent to do."

***

"I have not yet apologized for the event when we met for the first time." Arlo referred to the time they met in the restaurant.

"There is no need for that."

At first, Hazel thought there would be some lingering feeling when they were in this proximity, but soon she realized there was no such thing.

They had known each other since they were little and had been in a relationship for five years. Yet when Arlo put his hand on her and how close the two of them were while dancing to the music, aside from repulsion and a strong urge to kill him, Hazel felt nothing.

Despite the smile that Hazel showed him on the surface, deep down she was fighting back her impulsiveness to kill him right there and then.

There were too many witnesses here, and she didn’t have any weapon to cut his throat, since strangling him was not an option because it would take time.

"The dress is beautiful; where did you get it?" Arlo opened the conversation. He chose to make small talk that was directed straight to the main issue.

Straightforward, like usual.

"Why? Do you want to wear the dress?" Hazel made a joke, which even she found was not funny at all.

"I have a fiancé; I think she will love this design."

What a lie.

Jacob’s design would suit Aubrey’s palate more than this simple design from Olivia, since Aubrey loved extravagant things.

But in Arlo’s mind, he was not talking about Aubrey.

"Did you personally ask for this design?" Arlo didn’t beat around the bush. He desperately wanted to know what the connection between Hazel and River was.

"No." Hazel could lie, but what was the point? This was her plan to draw them closer to her instead of chasing them. "I have a good friend who recommended this. The fact is, she was the one who had bought this wedding dress and gifted it to me."

Arlo clenched his jaw, and their movement slowed down. His eyes bore on hers. "Wh—who is she?"

It was a rare occasion to see Arlo stuttering, and Hazel almost laughed at the sight.

"River."

Arlo stopped moving. His body turned very stiff with the mention of her name.

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