My Marriage to a Mute Girl

Chapter 40 The Figure in the Wine Cellar

Since that night, Lexie hadn't seen Alan for two days.

"Mrs. Howard, Mr. Alan has a meeting to attend, so he'll be late."

The driver took Lexie to the birthday banquet, explaining on the way why Alan didn't come.

Lexie nodded to show her understanding, looking a little nervous.

She was well aware of the weight she carried in Alan's heart, not to mention that he had explained that

he hadn't come to this birthday banquet at all to wish Peter a happy birthday.

After getting out of the car, the butler of the Mitchell family led Lexie towards the meeting room.

"Miss Lexie, Mr. Howard is meeting guests in the front room, and Miss Edith and her friends are in the

side room, so I'll take you there."

[Thank you]

Across the hall, it was the estate's semi-outdoor pool, next to which balloons were stacked.

Lexie was suddenly stunned, and her footsteps slowed down.

Her memory could vaguely remember the first and only time she had been here back then.

On Edith's tenth birthday, Peter spent one point eight hundred million to buy the manor, credited to

Edith's name. That day came many guests, relatives of the Mitchell family and business partners of

Peter.

Edith, who was only ten years old, was surrounded by the crowd and stood among the children like

stars.

"Lexie, if you are my servant, I can allow you to follow me here whenever you want."

"Edith, you have your sister as a servant for you?"

"What sister, what kind of sister is she? Do you have a mute sister?"

"Hahahaha ......"

At that time, Lexie just arrived at the Mitchell family for more than two years, excluding the sickness

and recuperation in the hospital for more than a year, the real time to spend with Edith was only about

half a year.

"Mute, it's good enough for you to be my servant!"

"Hit her!"

"Ah..."

"Blood, she's bleeding!"

Lexie stood on the inside of the floor-to-ceiling window and suddenly felt a pinch of pain in the corner of

her forehead, causing her face twist.

"Miss Lexie," the butler's voice pulled Lexie's mind back.

"Miss Lexie, what's wrong wit you?"

Lexie forced a smile and shook her head.

[It's okay, let's go]

She wasn't born to go against the grain, but she had to behave well. After what she had suffered, she

knew that living safely was just not easy.

In the side hall, young men and women were gathered, mostly young people of the same generation of

the Mitchell family, as well as Edith's classmates and friends.

"Edith, your sister is here." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"......"

Edith looked back from the crowd, and a hint of contempt surfaced on her face, half joking and half

serious, "My sister is not like the old days, she has status now. Everyone is here, just waiting for my

sister, it is obvious that she has no us in her eyes anymore."

Lexie frowned and only nodded towards the crowd as a greeting and said no more.

Edith glanced towards behind her and deliberately said in a high voice, "Sister, how did you come by

yourself? Where's Alan?"

[He has something else to do and can't come now.]

"How can he be so busy? Can he make time to accompany his wife to his father-in-law's birthday

banquet?" The crowd whispered.

"I thought Lexie had been different now, but I guess she doesn’t have a good time."

"I think so, she's a mute and married for Edith, how can Alan have a crush on her?"

"I heard that it was Edith who went to plead for mercy, which didn't involve the Mitchell family."

"......"

Lexie clutched her handbag with restraint, and did not want to explain, turned around and headed for

the corner, wanting to avoid this group of people.

Edith, however, stopped her with a condescending tone, "Help me get a bottle of wine from the cellar."

Lexie frowned, [Why don't you go get it?]

"Me?" Edith looked around and rightfully said, "I have to entertain the guests, can't you see that? If I

leave, can you entertain guests here?"

Lexie couldn't speak, and she didn't know these people well, so this comment was clearly an

embarrassment to her.

She gritted her teeth and walked away.

Behind her came Edith's plucked voice, "Hey, do you know where the wine cellar is? If you don't know,

find a maid to ask, the maid can't read your gestures, so bring a notebook with you!"

The jeers that rose and fell in the room were harshly.

Watching Lexie leave, Edith took a glass of wine from the waiter's hand, her gaze meaningful.

Good show was on.

The wine cellar was on the other side of the hall and she had to take the elevator down to the negative

level.

Lexie waited for a long time and the elevator had not come up, so she simply took the stairs to go

down.

Her heels stepped on the carpet, not very loud, almost covered by the sound of music from upstairs.

After going down to the negative floor, she saw a floor of bookshelves and a lounge area, only inside

were rows of wine cabinets, quite a bit higher than Lexie's height, and it took her a while to remember

that she hadn't asked Edith what wine she wanted.

Originally she wanted to go back and ask, but thinking that she would be humiliated by Edith, so she

randomly took one.

As she had just taken the wine, she suddenly heard the sound of small talk from deep in the cellar.

Lexie's footsteps lurched.

Someone was there?

"Aren't you going up to talk to your friends?"

The man's voice was low and warm.

"There is nothing to say? If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have bothered to come to this party, how many

of those people are noble? Their families are not that good and even the Mitchell family is also in

decline, otherwise would Peter sell his daughter for a mere tens of millions?"

This woman's voice sounded familiar.

Lexie's hand clutching the wine bottle suddenly tightened, looking through the gap between the wine

cabinets, she saw the two entwined figures in the corner.

Tina Howard?

On the sofa in the corner of the wine cellar, two figures were obsessively entwined, the woman covered

in a blanket, half her shoulders bare, her posture flirtatious, leaning against the man's shoulder to catch

her breath, obviously having been in a 'big fight'.

Lexie was stunned and couldn't believe what she saw.

Tina had a marriage contract on her and the other party was Bob Walsh, the eldest son of the Walsh

family, were these two looking for excitement in someone's wine cellar?

Lexie didn't want to crash into someone else's business, and was turning around to leave.

In her haste to walk, the corner of her skirt hooked by the wine cabinet, and the sound of her clothes

tearing suddenly rang out, which was particularly harsh in the quiet wine cellar.

A dead silence passed.

"Who is there?"

Tina's voice suddenly rang out.

Lexie blushed and hurriedly tugged at her skirt.

"Stop there." Tina's coldly voice came from behind her.