The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 104: Scary Wife, Devoured the Dinner

Chapter 104: Scary Wife, Devoured the Dinner

The tension didn’t dissolve. It simmered... beneath polite smiles and glittering cutlery.

Jared cleared his throat and leaned slightly forward, his voice still firm. "Why so sudden? I was pretty sure Logan never mentioned anything about romance going on between the two of you."

Jean didn’t flinch. "Really? Logan never told you he used to have feelings for me back in university?"

The silence snapped like a wire.

Hannah gasped, dramatically clutching her phone to her chest. "You two went to the same university? I knew it! I knew there was some weird, silent tension between you guys."

Jared’s brows furrowed as his gaze shifted from Jean to Logan. "So you were in love with him since then?"

Jean shook her head with measured calm. "No. I rejected him back then."

Beside her, Logan nearly choked on his wine. He swallowed hard and immediately poured himself another glass, fingers tight around the bottle.

Why the hell is she saying that?

Hannah burst into laughter. "So that’s why Logan used to get so annoyed every time your name came up. He was nursing a heartbreak!"

Martha blinked at her son, then gave him a soft, almost teasing look... like a mother catching her child red handed.

"Oh, my poor son’s heart," she murmured, her hand reaching to gently pat Logan’s.

Then she turned to Jean, eyes warm and welcoming. "I’m glad you accepted him back. Trust me, he’s a very good boy. He’s been the pillar of this family... helping Jared build the company from scratch, and still never forgetting to come home for dinner. We’re proud of him."

"I don’t agree!" Hannah piped in with a dramatic sigh. "He annoys me the most."

Jean chuckled, her shoulders loosening just a little. "Same here. Great minds think alike."

Even Logan cracked a faint smile, though he was hiding behind his wine glass more than he should have.

But Jared wasn’t done. He set down his fork, his brows still drawn. "And what about the wedding? No arrangements, no formalities. And your family... they weren’t present. Not even a word. And why..." his voice turned pointed, "...did you transfer your shares to Logan?"

"Oh I do have regret to transfer all of it to Logan but it is in our late grandfather’s will that all the women of the Adams have to transfer their shares to their husbands."

Jean didn’t waver. "My family didn’t know I was getting married," she said plainly. "And frankly, they wouldn’t have approved. They don’t like Logan... would’ve rejected him the moment they heard his name."

"Thanks," Logan muttered under his breath, loud enough for the table to hear.

Jean turned her head toward him, puzzled. She was doing exactly what they’d agreed to. This whole thing was a show, wasn’t it?

Why was he acting like it was personal?

Before Jared could launch another question, Martha stepped in smoothly, her voice gentle but firm. "Let’s eat while the food is still hot, shall we?"

There was a collective sigh of relief as the tension cracked, and silverware clinked against porcelain.

But the silence that followed wasn’t just filled with the sounds of dinner... it was thick with thoughts, heavy with things left unsaid.

Especially from Logan, whose eyes hadn’t lifted from his plate since Jean had answered on cue... a little too well.

Everyone finally started digging into the food. The tension that had once hovered over the table now melted into the warm aroma of home cooked dishes.

Martha kept glancing at Logan like she was waiting for something. He took a bite of the stew, paused, and raised his eyebrows.

"You cooked it," he said, narrowing his eyes at his mother.

Martha beamed. "Yes!" she squealed, practically bouncing in her seat. "How do you always guess it right?"

Logan chuckled, "I just know. You can call it a son’s instinct."

Jean looked at the table now... overflowing with vibrant dishes, golden breads, and colorful garnishes. It was... overwhelming.

Her eyes shifted to Logan, who was already going for seconds, then to Jared and Martha who were chatting and, weirdly, flirting like high school sweethearts. Then there was Hannah... who, at some point, had evolved into a mythical creature, stuffing her mouth with both hands like she hadn’t eaten in centuries.

Jean’s stomach let out a quiet growl. She sat frozen.

Can I really trust it? Will they think I’m rude if I don’t eat everything? Or will they judge me if I eat too much?

"Jean..." Martha’s soft voice broke her internal panic.

Jean glanced up quickly. "Yes?"

Martha offered her a kind smile, a motherly glint of concern in her eyes. "Is the food not to your liking? I wasn’t sure what you preferred, so I just made Logan’s favorites."

Jean straightened and offered a polite smile. "It’s okay. I’m not picky."

Hannah, speaking with a mouth full of rice, waved a chopstick toward Jean. "Don’t worry, the food’s still edible when Mom cooks. Just never trust a Kingsley man near the stove. I act sick when they offer to cook."

Jared scoffed. "I cook perfectly well. Don’t listen to her, Jean. She’s just growing up to be a brat."

"I’m legal and unemployed, Dad," Hannah deadpanned. "Let me live."

Logan leaned slightly toward Jean, hesitating before whispering near her ear. "Have some. My mother put her heart into it. At least eat a little... for her sake."

Jean glanced at him, then at her plate.

She picked up her spoon and took a small bite.

Her eyes blinked twice.

Then a second bite.

Then a third.

Delicious.

Before she realized it, her plate was clean.

She looked up, mildly alarmed, then subtly leaned over and scooped more from the curry dish, then a little of the spiced rice, then that strange looking stuffed bread...

It was a quiet frenzy.

Her nose began to tingle, and her eyes watered ever so slightly as the spice crept in... perfectly balanced, just enough kick to wake up her senses.

She sniffled. Dabbed her nose with a napkin.

Then kept going.

Martha exchanged a glance with Logan and smiled warmly.

"She likes it," she whispered, not hiding the pride in her voice.

Hannah glanced sideways at Jean, then mouthed to Logan: Who knew your scary wife eats like a goblin?

Logan almost choked on his water.

Jean, blissfully unaware, was in a battle with a spicy lamb skewer that had her eyes nearly tearing up... but she wouldn’t stop.

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