Chapter 735
Queenie was shaken by what she heard, and she became a little dazed.
The lady's words earlier were like a knock to the head, waking her up and making her stagger.
She is right. If I am the young mistress of the Gardner Family, why would Colton insist on sending my father to jail?
Queenie closed her eyes, images of the wedding flashing through her mind. The man's marriage certificate held in
his hand did contain their photo, and the red stamp ink appeared to be genuine as well. So, Colton has been playing
with me all this while?
She almost went insane thinking about it, and she had to bite her lip tightly to keep herself from losing control.
Then, without saying anything further, she turned around and ran out.
I have to find out the truth from Colton! Things are definitely not as what they claimed earlier. I am Mrs. Gardner!
Suppressing the anxiety in her heart, Queenie quickly took a cab to Colton's house.
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She knew where he lived and had even been there once or twice. In the past, she had secretly duplicated the keys
and kept them with her all along. The keys turned out to be useful now.
When she arrived, she gripped the keys tightly in her palm, biting her lower lip. A glint of determination flashed
across her eyes after a few moments of hesitation. I have to know the truth today!
Then, she straightaway used the keys she had to open the door. Fortunately for Queenie, Colton had not changed
his lock over the years, and she was able to open the door simply by turning the keys slightly.
Before she could get inside the house, a playful voice rang out from the living room.
"Let's have some fries together tonight, Dad. Mom is bad; she never allows me to eat those things." The child's
sweet voice had a coquettish tone to it.
Nicole's voice preceded Colton's. "That is not something you can have every day. You ate it yesterday, didn't you?
Today we'll have rice."
"Dad!" Hearing that Nicole did not allow for fries, Hayden pouted and buried his face into Colton's embrace.
Colton, of course, couldn't stand Hayden acting so coquettishly at him that his heart softened immediately. "I'll get
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you some fries."
Nicole reprimanded him with a smile the moment he finished his words. "You can't give him everything he wants.
He ate it yesterday. It is unhealthy for him to eat fries every day."
"It's fine for him to have it once in a while. He is my son, so of course I have to pamper him. I love him because I
love you."
Queenie went into a trance and was unaware of what happened next. The only thing she remembered vividly was
Colton telling Nicole he loved her.
What? Why?! I know Colton longer than she has, but she is the one who gets his love! Despite deceiving Colton in
the past, I was the one who stayed by his side for the past five years!
Queenie's steps trembled as she thought of this.
Perhaps hearing some noise from behind, Colton happened to turn around at this instant and saw Queenie.
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"How did you enter?" he asked doubtfully, his brows furrowed.
Her entire body froze, as if she had just been dragged out of an ice cellar. She stared at Colton's face and went into
a daze for a moment before squeezing out, "I need to talk to you, Colton…"
"If it's about your father, then we don't have anything to talk about," Colton replied, his grim expression tinged with
displeasure.
Queenie clutched her hands tightly, unsure what to say. After a while, she blinked and asked, "Would you be willing
to talk with me if it's not about my father?"
To that, Colton looked at her blank expression, unsure what she wanted to say.
"Speak up, then," he replied, his expression still solemn.
Queenie clenched her teeth and forced herself to ask the humiliating question, "Are you the person I married?"
Hearing such a question from her, Colton was surprised that Queenie only became aware of what had happened
after such a long time. With a cold expression, he raised his gaze and opened his mouth calmly, saying the cold
words that she was most unwilling to hear, "I'm not."