The Villain's Wife (Book 2)

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The night ended with Harringfort going back to his hotel room angry and confused. On the contrary, Jennie and Lisa spent the rest of the night mingling with the people around them.

After a few minutes of standing, Jennie decided to sit down and accepted a glass of water from Seulgi. She watched as Lisa continued his conversation with the Grand Duke and Pierre as well as the other ministers of the country. Slowly, a beautiful smile bloomed on Jennie's face.

"When I first saw you, I instantly thought of Fred."

Jennie turned her head towards the older woman who sat next to her. They were currently in a small round banquet table. Since most of the guests were mingling and talking, not many noticed the old woman who transferred next to Jennie.

The older woman smiled, her aged eyes squinted, making her wrinkles more prominent. "I am Loura Delles. Everyone calls me Madam Lou."

"You knew my grandfather?"

"More than anyone in this country today." A gentle smile was plastered in her face. "He was removed from the history books because his father was too angry and felt that he abandoned the country. So... not many people in this generation know of him."

Jennie pursed her lips.

"You got your cheekbones from him." Madam Lou continued. "And you are very beautiful too."

"Thank you. I will take that as a compliment."

"Oh!" A flash of surprise glinted in the older woman's eyes. "I was expecting you to be bashful but..." she laughed. "You are exactly like Lilian."

"You knew my grandmother as well?" Of course, this surprised Jennie. According to the Grand Duke and Duchess story, Lilian didn't stay too long in this place.

"Of course I do! I was there that day." Madam Lou leaned closer towards Jennie's ears. "I was there when she insulted the previous Grand Duke." A light chuckle left her lips. "You should have seen his face turned red as he clutched his chest in anger." She covered her mouth as she elegantly left out another soft laugh, her actions were fast and premise, swift without losing its class.

This woman should be a noble or at least... someone from a really rich family who could afford an etiquette class decades ago. Judging from the woman's features, Jennie could say that she should be more than sixty years old. She should be about the age of Lilian. Of course, she didn't bother asking the older woman's age.

Who would ask a lady of her age? She thought inwardly, her eyes didn't miss the absence of a wedding band in the woman's hands. A widow, perhaps? In the end, Jennie turned her head away. It seems that her ability in 'gathering information' had doubled.

This should be because of her pregnancy, she thought.

"Did you grow up with my grandfather?"

"My!" the older woman smiled, surprised at Jennie's question. "How smart. Was it because... I look really old?"

Jennie only turned her head towards her. No words came out of her mouth. How was she supposed to answer that question? "You look like you could be my mother." She smiled. "Are you in your fifties?"

As expected, her words made the woman laugh. Madam Lou shook her head, her perfect bun still undisturbed by the action. "You are one witty woman. I like you." She leaned towards Jennie again. "I really like watching and talking to beautiful and young people. Would you like to have some tea with me tomorrow?"

"Sadly, I am not going to be available tomorrow." Jennie lied. "How about... I let my secretary call you in advance, if I can find some time? Surely, the Duke had some way to contact you, right?"