Chapter 1335:
Velma’s expression shifted as her gaze lingered on Melany for a moment. This woman wasn’t more beautiful than her, nor did she carry herself like someone from a prominent background. She and Deandre seemed to exist in entirely different worlds—so how had she managed to capture his attention so completely?
“Mr. Owen…” Velma spoke again, her voice slightly strained. “You’re married? How is it that no one has heard about this?”
Only then did Deandre turn to look at her directly, his expression cool. “Am I obligated to announce my personal life to strangers?”
The faint blush drained from Velma’s face at once.
𝗤𝗎аl𝗶𝗍у 𝘁𝗋аnѕl𝗮ti𝘰𝗻𝘴 о𝗇 𝘨𝗮lոove𝗹ѕ.𝖼o𝘮
Moises quickly took hold of her arm and offered Deandre an apologetic nod. “Please, rest well, Mr. Owen. We won’t bother you again.” He steered his daughter away at a brisk, uneasy pace, as though retreating from something they had underestimated.
Velma nearly stumbled as she was pulled along, but she couldn’t help glancing back.
By then, Deandre had already leaned over and was gently adjusting the blanket around the sleeping woman and child—tucking it carefully so it wouldn’t press too tightly against the little one.
Watching the scene, Velma found she couldn’t argue with what she was seeing. He looked every bit like a devoted, attentive father.
She turned her gaze away, her thoughts still spinning.
Moises sat down beside her and immediately reached for his phone, typing quickly. “Breaking news—Deandre is married and has a child! They’re sitting right behind me, and he confirmed it himself!”
Before the plane had even begun its descent, the news had already rippled through the elite circles of Crolens—Deandre was married, and he had a child.
As the plane touched down in Eshea, Melany’s phone began vibrating continuously. More than a dozen missed calls—all from Carlos.
She rubbed her eyes and unlocked the screen. A stream of desperate messages filled it. After scrolling through them, she looked at the man beside her, who had been resting with his eyes shut. “Did you shut down Carlos’s club?”
Deandre opened his eyes and answered evenly, “If everything he’s done is above board, an investigation shouldn’t be a problem—should it? Or are you asking me to ease up on him?” Before she could reply, he added, “If you’d like, I can have them pull back. It’s your call.”
He was no longer the man who brushed aside her feelings. If she truly wanted to help that fool, he would give in—even if it grated on him. At most, he would have someone keep an eye on the man to prevent any further trouble.
Melany shook her head. “Like you said—if everything’s above board, he has nothing to fear. He only got caught because you had something on him.”
Premium class passengers began filing out. As Melany lifted the child, Deandre reached instinctively for her suitcase.
“Where are you headed? I’ll take you.”
“No need. I’m going home,” she said. “My mother doesn’t want to see you.”
Deandre pressed his lips together. “Back then—”
“That’s all behind us.” Melany’s voice was gentle but firm. “Please don’t interfere with my life or my daughter’s. I’m asking you.”
A sharp ache struck his chest. Even so, he stayed until she was safely in a taxi.
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