My Supermodel Wife

After that, Lilia and Jenny discussed a few more things. Throughout their conversation, Lilia clearly felt that Jenny seemed to be paying more attention to her. She remembered Jean's words that the middle aged woman was investigating Lilia. Could it be that Jenny had found something?

However, Lilia didn't really think about this matter. Her mind was focused on the plan she and Mellisa were putting together. She couldn't wait to see if Grandpa Simon's birthday party would turn into a nightmare for Leila in five days.​​

When it was ten in the morning, Irene came to visit. Lilia sat with the two women for a while, then she said goodbye. She deliberately gave the excuse that she didn't want to interfere with the two best friends' reunion.

Even though Lilia had tried to accompany Jenny as best she could, she was nothing compared to Irene. Only a friend who was like a sister to her could give Jenny the best kind of comfort and care.

A few minutes later, Lilia left the ward. She walked slowly down the corridor planning something in her heart. She was too deep in her own thoughts that she didn't pay attention to where she was walking. Before she hit the stone pillar in front of her, a pair of strong hands pulled her aside.

"Ahh ...!"

The tip of Lilia's nose hit the shoulder of the person who was pulling her. Before she recovered from her shock, a pair of arms were also wrapped around her waist. Lilia started to struggle, but her resistance immediately stopped when she heard a voice whispering in her ear.

"What are you thinking so seriously that you don't pay attention to your surroundings?" The man's familiar voice made Lilia drop her guard.

She rubbed the tip of her nose which felt numb as she turned around. Lilia looked at the man and asked, "Are you done talking?"

"Yes. Why did you come out of the ward?" Jean continued, persistently asking her. "Did something happen?"

Lilia released herself gently from Jean's embrace before answering, "Sis Irene just came here. Aunt Jenny was chatting with her, so I went out first,"

After hearing that, Jean nodded with a satisfied expression. The man started to take a step forward, but he suddenly stopped and turned to Lilia. Jean reached out, then took over the bag slung over his wife's shoulder. The man carried Lilia's bag without caring that he looked ridiculous in the soft pink bag.

Then Jean turned to Alan who was a few steps behind him. "If Chris has woken up, please let me know as soon as possible. You can call me any time," Jean said.

Alan put one hand into his trouser pocket and nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be here all day. I'll definitely tell you right away," he promised.

After hearing Alan's answer, Jean and Alex exchanged glances for a moment. They seemed to be communicating something. Then Jean left the hospital with Lilia.

But before they left, Lilia turned her head and glanced at Alan. She only stole a quick glance before quickly retracting her gaze. Alan didn't even notice that Lilia was stealing glances at him. But there was one person who was watching all of that.

Jean frowned and watched Lilia's movements, but he didn't say anything.

The husband and wife went to the parking lot. Once they got into the car, Jean reached out to pinch Lilia's cheek. The woman turned to him with a confused look.

Jean narrowed his eyes and asked in a light tone, "Why did you glance at Alan earlier?"

Lilia's hand stopped from pulling the seat belt for a moment. She blinked, then pushed Jean's hand away from her face. Their gazes met and there was unspoken communication between them.

The smile at the corner of Lilia's mouth gradually deepened. She didn't try to hide her smile as she softly replied, "I just thought that Alan is Aunt Jenny's son, so if I really were the daughter of the Irwan Family, then we could be said to be cousins,"

Jean looked at her as if investigating. The man's handsome face was colored with curiosity. "Did you tell Aunt Jenny who you really are?" Jean asked, even though he could already guess the answer.

Lilia shook her head vigorously. "No! Didn't you say that Aunt Jenny was investigating me? In this situation, if I carelessly talked about myself, it would definitely make her feel suspicious. Besides, there are still things that I can't be sure of myself…"

"Yes," After hearing that answer, Jean stretched out his hand and stroked Lilia's silky hair. "My wife is very smart,"

Lilia's expression turned irritated and she playfully smacked Jean's shoulder, "What did you say? Do you secretly think I'm stupid?" she demanded.

The man grabbed Lilia's hand and pulled her closer, then used the opportunity to steal her lips. Lilia tried to move away, but Jean didn't let her escape.

"You're not stupid," Jean affirmed after he kissed the woman. "My wife is the most beautiful and smartest woman I have ever met,"

"...You sycophant," Lilia muttered, but her cheeks blushed. She knew that Jean was just trying to improve her mood, but she still felt good. Was there even a woman who was unhappy when praised by her husband?

Lilia stared out the window as Jean started the car's engine. As their car pulled out of the parking lot, Lilia made a request to the man.

"Jean, can you help me check something? My father has been sending money to Leila all this time. I wonder how much money he gave her," Lilia said.

Jean glanced at Lilia with a look of surprise mixed with worry. He wasn't sure if he wanted Lilia to know the answer to that question.

"Anyway, we should also investigate Sylvia's bank account," Lilia continued with an emotionless face. "That way, we can find out how much secret funds Leila really has,"

Jean sighed. "Are you sure you are ready to hear the answer?" Jean asked quietly.

Lilia nodded without looking at him. "I've finished shooting, so the first thing I need to do is find out the truth about my own life. Just now Mellisa told me that my parents went to Jakarta again last night. I think… I think they went to visit Leila,"

Lilia suddenly felt a warm hand rub against her cheek. She turned to face Jean, who was stroking her cheek with one hand.

"You don't have to be sad for them, they are not your real parents. I will give you what you want, so don't let them steal your happiness," Jean affirmed.

The corner of Lilia's mouth then lifted into a small smile. The man always knew the right words to comfort her. No matter how bad Lilia's mood was, Jean could always make her smile again.

"Speaking of that, I'm planning to go to Jakarta tomorrow, Jean," Lilia said something surprising in a relaxed tone. "You don't need to accompany me because I know Brother Chris still needs you here,"

Jean gave her an uncomfortable look. "... What are you going to do in Jakarta?" He asked anxiously.

"Grandpa Simon's birthday party is coming in five days. I want to take this opportunity to try to tear off Leila's disguise," Lilia said with a big smile.

If she didn't enter the tiger's den, she would never be able to catch the tiger. It's time for her to compete with Leila.

Lilia wouldn't let Mellisa be kept out of her own house any longer.