Contracted Bride Is Trapped By Her Husband - Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Thinking Too Much

“Did you get the wrong person?” Mrs. Wilson expressed her disbelief at the news that the butler reported.

However, Maria, who was sitting at the side eating fruit, quickly put down her fork and hugged Mrs. Wilson’s arm excitedly.

“Maybe Master Aren asked him to come looking for me.”

At the thought of this possibility, Maria’s eyes lit up. “That must be it. Master Aren must have realized that I’m the best one, so he sent Luke over to take me on a date.”

“It must be the case, mother. My intuition is definitely right.”

Ever since the day she knew that Master Aren and Jocelyn were going to get engaged, she had been waiting for him to turn around and realize how good she was so that he could dump the annoying Jocelyn.

To this end, she increased the time she spent at the cathedral and prayed sincerely every time.

“My prayers must have worked. Angel, help me wipe Mr. Aren’s eyes. This day has finally come, Mother.”

Maria opened her arms and hugged Mrs. Wilson. Her voice was trembling from excitement.

Mrs. Wilson’s eyes were red too. The mother and daughter were huddled together on the sofa. Mrs. Wilson stroked Maria’s brownish-red curly hair gently.

“My daughter, from the day I gave birth to you, I knew that you were the best. Only the best man is worthy of you.”

Mrs. Wilson let go of her hands and held Maria’s face.

“I believe that you will definitely marry a man who is better than your father. You will lead the Wilson family to a new height. You will become the Wilson family’s benefactor.”

“My daughter, this day is finally coming, right?” Mrs. Wilson’s eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at Maria with extra affection.

Seeing that the mother and daughter were about to hug each other excitedly, Butler Zachary, who was standing at the side, quickly interrupted Mrs. Wilson.

“So, Madam, do you want to invite Mr. Luke in? He’s been waiting outside for a while.”

What Zachary said reminded Mrs. Wilson. She quickly let go of her hands and urged Maria to get up. “Oh, dear Maria, you are going on a date with Master Aren soon. You must not dress like this.”

“You need to hurry back to your room and dress up. You have to showcase your most beautiful appearance in front of Master Aren. I believe no one can resist your beauty, Maria!”

Mrs. Wilson’s words gave Maria great

1. She quickly stood up from the sofa and called Elena to go back to the room with her to help her.

The moment she walked up the stairs, Maria quickly turned around and said to Mrs. Wilson, who was sitting on the sofa, “Mother, you have to help me stall Luke. I have to appear in front of Master Aren with my most beautiful dress.”

“Don’t worry. Leave it to me.”

Mrs. Wilson’s assurance made Maria look like a spirited warrior. She gathered up the hem of her dress and hurried to her room.

“Zachary, go and invite Luke in,” Mrs. Wilson ordered. At the same time, she turned to order Lilian, who was standing beside her. “Go and prepare a set of fresh fruit and an exquisite afternoon tea in the kitchen.”

Because of Luke’s arrival, the entire Wilson family became busy.

When Luke followed the butler to the living room, the fragrance of the cupcakes had already filled the air. On the spacious coffee table, there were all kinds of pastries, and a cup of black tea was exuding a fragrance. Mrs. Wilson sat on the sofa elegantly. When she saw Luke enter, she stood up and said, “Mr. Luke, please have a seat.”

“I asked the servants at home to prepare afternoon tea for you. I hope you like it.”

Luke was expressionless in the face of Mrs. Wilson’s enthusiasm. He sat on the other end of the sofa like a robot, not looking at the cake at all.

The expressionless look on Luke’s face made Mrs. Wilson feel ill at ease.

She was a little angry at Luke for being so rude, and she secretly swore that when Maria became the wife of the Brown family, she would make sure Aren fired Luke. Such a rude person was not worthy of staying with Aren.

Although she was thinking, Mrs. Wilson did not show any displeasure on her face. Seeing that Luke did not reply to her, she said again, “Mr. Luke, this is your first time being a guest at my house. Perhaps the afternoon tea I prepared is not to your liking.”

“I wonder what Mr. Luke likes to eat. I can get the servants at home to make it for you the next time you come.”

“No need to go through so much trouble. I am asked to come here by Master Aren to see Miss Jocelyn. Where is Miss Jocelyn? I need to see her.”