Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee

Jared Farrell paused, a petite figure flashing through his mind. Once, there was also a little girl who liked to call him “uncle.” He lowered his head to study Tina’s face more closely. From the moment he first saw her, he recognized familiar shadows in her features.

“Don’t like it?” Tina pondered, then said, “You’re ten years older than me; if it wasn’t for our marriage arrangement, I probably should be calling you uncle.”

Jared Farrell, “…”

He automatically filtered out the issue of age.

“No, I really like it.” Jared Farrell lowered his head and, unable to restrain himself, kissed her again.

Startled, Tina had no time to react before Jared Farrell pressed her against the bookshelf, demanding to possess her completely, the girl in his arms, without resistance.

Tina tried to push him away, somewhat afraid of the overwhelming sensation from last night when all reason was stripped away, leaving her at the mercy of Jared Farrell’s compelling dominance.

However, as soon as he kissed her, her heart conflictedly yearned to respond.

Suddenly, the bookshelf behind Tina, unable to bear their combined weight, collapsed backward, consequently knocking over the row behind it.

Thus, the entire row of shelves fell like dominoes, pummeling backward as dust rose and books scattered across the floor.

Tina and Jared Farrell fell onto the bookshelves, staring at each other in stunned silence.

This… was truly an unexpected accident.

Applause suddenly erupted in the study.

Tina and Jared Farrell turned to look and saw Hayden Cohen and Nathan Lehman standing on the staircase coming down from the upper floor, staring in disbelief.

Hayden Cohen clapped his hands while exclaiming incredulously, “Just one night and you’ve moved this fast? Playing this big? Was the bed not spacious enough, the sofa not soft enough, or was it that the floor wasn’t cool enough, that you had to choose the bookshelf?”

Hayden Cohen and Nathan Lehman often visited Jared Farrell’s place, so they always had the codes to his apartment.

It wasn’t just the two of them; at their side were the equally astonished Marie and an unfamiliar woman.

“You, what on earth is going on!” Marie, having regained her composure, was fuming.

“Mom, how did you get here?” Sophia helped Tina stand up and spoke helplessly, “It was an accident.”

“Accident?” Marie said irritably, “Why haven’t I seen such inappropriate accidents before? Yesterday, I heard from Sophia that Miss Reed had moved in here, so I came to check, but you…”

Her well-mannered upbringing prevented her from voicing the distasteful remainder, but her eyes clearly showed she blamed Tina for seducing Jared Farrell into this disgraceful scenario.

“Mrs. Farrell, have you checked your vision at the hospital?” Tina, clearly understanding Marie’s insinuation, retorted with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“What do you mean?” Marie didn’t understand.

“If you weren’t blind, you could see it was Jared Farrell who knocked me down, right?” Tina coldly laughed.

Tina was always like this; kind to those who treated her well and unapologetic to those who were rude, even if it was Jared Farrell’s mother.

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“You!” Marie was taken aback by Tina’s sharp retort, unaccustomed to such a rebuttal from her future daughter-in-law.

Seeing the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law at odds, Hayden Cohen sidled up to Jared Farrell, smiling mischievously, “See, you’re now facing the hardest life-or-death question in the world. If your wife and mother both fell into the water, who would you save first?”

“Why did you bring my mom?” Jared gave him a side glance.

“That wasn’t on us,” Hayden spread his hands. “We just opened the door, and there she was. We couldn’t just block the door and not let her in, right?”

He patted Jared Farrell’s shoulder, “You know how your mom is. If I stopped her, she’d run crying to my mom, and then I’d be in real trouble. So, Mr. Farrell, your mom, your problem.”

“How come they can come, and I can’t?” Marie, overhearing their conversation, maintained her refined demeanor as Mrs. Farrell in front of an outsider like Tina but was less courteous with Jared.

“Sophia said you were hurt, can’t a mother come to see how her son is?” After speaking, she glared at Tina again, thinking, ‘This uneducated and rude girl, growing up in the mountains or something, why on earth has Logan chosen such a woman?’

“Jared, this is where you’re wrong.” The silent woman following Marie suddenly stepped forward, smiling at Jared Farrell, “Marie is just worried about you. Don’t let an outsider come between you and Marie.”

She then meaningfully glanced at Tina.

Tina raised an eyebrow, not yet speaking, when Jared Farrell coldly questioned, “And who might you be?”

The woman’s expression shifted instantly, while Marie quickly interjected, “This is Linnet, ah, Mr. Sinclair’s daughter. You played together when you were kids, remember?”

“I don’t know her.” Jared Farrell’s face remained impassive as he spoke to Linnet Sinclair, “Miss Sinclair seems poorly taught. Sticking your nose into other people’s business-don’t you think that’s overstepping?”

He paused briefly, his tone light but utterly without mercy, “Also, you’d best not try claiming such kinship as to talk about me in my home. My fiancee might misunderstand.”

Unable to hold back, Hayden Cohen burst out laughing, giving Jared Farrell a discreet thumbs up.

A humiliated Linnet Sinclair pushed past the innocent Nathan Lehman, covered her face, and ran out crying.

“Linnet!” Marie glared once more at Tina, then hurried after her.

Tina, bewildered by the glare which was undeserved, thought, ‘Your son insulted her, why glare at me?’

With the study now a chaotic sprawl of fallen bookshelves and scattered books, it was clearly not a place to stay.

Jared Farrell motioned for Hayden Cohen and Nathan Lehman to help tidy up the important items and carried the computer upstairs before calling for professional cleaning help. But not before carefully placing a particular anklet into a box, carrying it upstairs himself.