Chapter 513: Encounter

Iris Yates nodded. "I know, I know."

Mrs. Yates left the bridal shop with a smile.

Iris Yates immediately relaxed, but she didn’t dare let her guard down completely. After all, Claire Monroe was still there.

Nathaniel Monroe said, "Let’s get something to eat first. That way, we’ll have the energy for the photoshoot this afternoon."

Iris Yates nodded. "Sure."

She turned and linked arms with Chloe Reed, asking, "Chloe, what do you want to eat?"

Chloe Reed said, "I’m good with anything."

Nathaniel Monroe looked at Claire Monroe. "Claire, how about you? You’ve only been back in the country for a few days. What are you in the mood for?"

Chloe Reed was filled with curiosity about Claire Monroe.

’This poised, competent woman is also a hypnotherapist. Her eyes are so bright and sharp... I wonder if she’ll be able to get anything out of Miles Hawthorne and Sean Miller?’

Claire Monroe blinked and laughed. "Why is everyone looking at me? You should be asking Iris. What does Iris want to eat?"

Iris Yates said, "How about hot pot?"

"Perfect." Claire Monroe’s eyes lit up instantly. Of all the things she’d missed during her years abroad, it was the hot pot and barbecue back home that she craved the most!

Nathaniel Monroe took out his phone and made a call to book a table.

The group went to the hot pot restaurant together.

However, when it was time to leave, they took two cars. Iris Yates went straight for Chloe Reed’s car.

Seeing this, Claire Monroe nudged Nathaniel Monroe with her elbow, a teasing smile on her face. "Your fiancée seems to be avoiding you. You haven’t been bullying her, have you?"

Nathaniel Monroe gave a lazy smirk. "How could I possibly bully her? Besides, what makes you think she’s avoiding me? She’s just very close to her best friend, that’s all."

"Heh. Keep pretending, then." Claire Monroe got straight into the car, deciding not to expose their little game.

In the other car, Iris Yates let out a long sigh. "I can finally relax a little. I mean, it’s one thing for him to show up, but why did he have to bring his sister? Now I have to keep up the act. It’s exhausting."

Chloe Reed brutally pointed out the truth. "But you have to keep acting for several more years."

Iris Yates: "..."

’She was suddenly regretting this whole fake marriage with Nathaniel Monroe.’

’Why was I so impulsive?’

She tapped her forehead in frustration. It was too late for regrets now. Their parents had met, the wedding date was set, and the invitations had been sent out yesterday. Everything was like an arrow loosed from its bow—there was no turning back.

Chloe Reed smiled. "Hey, relax. You won’t be living together after the wedding, and you’ll hardly have to see your families. Just be a little careful, and I’m sure there won’t be any slip-ups."

Iris Yates stared up at the roof of the car. "Let’s hope so."

She rolled down the window, gazing outside and breathing in the fresh air, her eyes filled with uncertainty about the future.

Meanwhile, in the next lane, a car was speeding along. The driver’s side window was down, and the man behind the wheel glanced over. His eyes widened, and he immediately slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.

His blue eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

’The girl from that first night!’

"BANG!"

But before he could react, the car behind slammed violently into his, shattering his train of thought.

He turned to look back, but the girl from that night was already long gone.

William Quinn ran directly to the guardrail, intending to vault over it and chase after her car.

"Hey! Where do you think you’re going? What’s the big idea, slamming on your brakes for no reason? Are you trying to start something?"

The driver of the car behind him grabbed William Quinn, cursing him out and refusing to let him go.