Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet? novel Chapter 343

Wanda’s face changed, her insecurity growing even more obvious.

At this point, even someone as clueless as Louis could tell something wasn’t right.

He looked at Natalia, then at Wanda, his brow furrowing.

“Do you know something, Wanda? Don’t be scared. I’m here. If you want to say it, say it.”

He took her hand, trying to give her strength with the gesture.

Wanda’s eyes registered conflict and she didn’t open her mouth.

Natalia didn’t rush as she waited for her in silence.

The necklace was long, so when it was on, the centerpiece was usually hidden in her clothes.

And she rarely wore low-cut tops, so unless someone knew about the necklace beforehand, they couldn’t have known that the centerpiece was a ruby.

Wanda was probably being so conflicted for some hidden reason.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, she knew that if Wanda wanted to tell her, she would. If she didn’t, no matter how urgently Natalia pressed her, it wouldn’t do any good.

Besides, her relationship with Wanda wasn’t bad at all. Since Louis and Archie were close as brothers, she was practically sisters with her.

If she wanted to lead a happy life with Louis, Wanda wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

And in truth, Natalia had guessed right.

After a bit of internal struggle, Wanda still decided to speak up.

She looked at Natalia, hesitated, then said haltingly, “Natalia, I’ve actually… seen that necklace you’ve worn before.”

Natalia raised her eyebrows.

“Where?”

“I don’t remember; it was when I was still small. I think it was when I went back to the old household to play with my aunt and saw it in my aunt’s room. But I don’t remember the details since it was so, so long ago.”

Natalia’s face changed.

“And who’s your aunt?”

Louis explained, “There’s only one daughter in the direct Kawn family. Wanda’s aunt was Yvonne Kawn, of course.”

Natalia shook.

Yvonne?

How was that possible?

Looking at her shocked appearance, Wanda hurriedly added, “But I only just remembered in a muddle that the necklace you were wearing was similar to the one I saw as a child. I’m not really sure if it’s the same one, so I might be overthinking it.”

Natalia’s expression sank a little and she didn’t speak.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Clara had told her long ago when she’d retrieved the necklace.

She’d said – Natalia, one day you’ll regret this!

Why did she say that?

What could she regret?

Natalia suddenly couldn’t bear to think about it any longer. It was as if something buried deep in the dirt was about to emerge.

Seeing her expression, Wanda regretted bringing up the subject at all.

At that moment, Anne, who was watching the adults talk about things she didn’t understand wide-eyed while eating a lollipop, suddenly brightened.

She gave an overjoyed yell of “Daddy” and ran towards the doorway.

Natalia recovered her wits and raised her head. It really was Archie coming over.

The stiff atmosphere loosened at his arrival. Wanda and Louis stood up and greeted him with smiles. “You’re here, Archie.”

With his arms around Anne, Archie nodded at them.

Looking back, though, he noticed that Natalia’s mood didn’t seem good.

He frowned and asked, “What is it? What were you talking about?”

Wanda and Louis both paled.

Archie was famous in their brotherly circles for how protective he was of his wife. If he knew that they’d upset Natalia, they’d probably get some kind of revenge wreaked on them.

So Louis said very sagely, “Oh, er, we’ve got some business to attend to, Archie, so we won’t keep you from your family. We’re going over.”

With that, he pulled Wanda with him and left in a hurry.

Archie looked at them, carried Anne and sat down next to Natalia, asking softly, “What did Louis say to you?”

Natalia shook her head.

She paused, then looked up at him and murmured, “Not Louis. It was Wanda.”

Archie’s brow furrowed.

Natalia sighed.

“It’s nothing, really, just about the necklace my mother left me. Wanda says she saw it at the Kawn household when she was little. I thought it was strange. My mother shouldn’t have had anything to do with the Kawn family. A decade, two decades ago, she couldn’t have appeared at the Kawn household, either. But Wanda says she say it. I don’t understand…”

Archie’s face darkened slightly.

“Did she say when she saw it?”

Natalia started, then remembered and shook her head. “No, I forgot to ask.”

“Ask about it later.”

“Yeah.”

Soon. Natalia found an opportunity to corner Wanda and ask about it privately.

But Wanda didn’t remember it so clearly anymore. She only knew that it was when she was a few years old. Because her father had still been close to the old household at that point, she’d often had the chance to come over and play.

Then her father eventually got cut loose by the old household and they didn’t get as many chances to visit. Eventually, unless it was for something special, they wouldn’t come over at all.

It was only with these two years as she grew and sprouted from the rest of the younger generation that she got some more opportunities to visit.

So if her memory served, she could only have seen the necklace when she was a few years old.

Hearing that, even though a specific timeframe hadn’t been identified, she didn’t seem too disappointed.

Either way, this was just speculation.

Yvonne was dead, and whether that necklace had anything to do with her meant nothing now.

To her, it was just a memento of her mother, to remember her by.

Considering that, Natalia didn’t get hung up over it. After dinner, she followed everyone to the open-air garden behind the mansion.

The garden had been built with a large, fancy fountain in the middle. Close to the hedges, a selection of small tables and bars had been placed, with all sorts of drinks and snacks. A professional band was playing on one side of the hedge, suffusing the atmosphere with a certain amount of romance.

The old lady had taken Anne away, so Natalia was there alone with Archie.

Victoria and Charlie had come too. Natalia had a lot of opinions on Charlie, but since this was Wilhelm’s birthday feast, it wouldn’t do to raise a ruckus, so she didn’t say anything about it.

The group gathered together and had been chatting for a while when a soft, svelte silhouette glided over.

“Mr. McCarthy, Mr. Nixon, Mr. Peck, Miss Kaur, dear sister. You’re all here.”