Chapter 787

Chapter 787 Beckham Meeting His Sister-in-law

“Brilliant!” Beckham exclaimed, his excitement palpable as he tightened his grip on Cherise’s hand. “Do I look

alright? First impressions are important, especially when meeting your aunt, your mom’s sister.”

“You look fantastic. Absolutely dashing,” Cherise assured him, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Seeing Beckham like this, any flicker of resentment that Gwenn had ignited in Cherise’s heart sputtered and died.

No matter how he treated her, Cherise knew deep down that Beckham still held her mother dear. Her mother had

passed away years ago, yet her father’s anxiety about meeting her family was evident. Perhaps his awkward

attentiveness was just another layer of grief.

Beckham had barely taken a few steps when he abruptly stopped, spinning around as if he had remembered

something. Gwenn remained rooted to the spot, her face unreadable.

Beckham furrowed his brow, a hint of annoyance flashing across his eyes. “Gwenn, come on. Let’s meet your

mother’s relatives.”

Gwenn lifted her gaze, her voice monotone. “She was your wife, not my mother.”

With that, she shrugged nonchalantly. “I won’t intrude on your family reunion. I promised the editor some

interesting material, and the camera needs some action.”

As Gwenn reached for the doorknob, Beckham’s voice cut through the air. “Don’t go. Come with us.”

He glanced at her outfit, a glittering, barely-there ensemble, with distaste. “Cherry said her aunt has a similar body

type. Maybe you can borrow something from her.”

Gwenn’s face drained of color. “No way! I’ll buy my own!”

Being the practical person he was, Beckham gave her a firm nudge towards the stairs. In his mind, Gwenn’s fashion

sense was a ticking time bomb. What if she showed up in something even more…inappropriate? It would be safer

to go upstairs with Gwenn.

Knowing that Cherise’s sister was not known for being a party animal, Beckham assumed her wardrobe would be

more subdued compared to Gwenn’s sequin-filled chaos.

Going upstairs to Priscilla’s closet seemed like a strategic move for damage control. With her middle-aged tastes,

she wouldn’t disappoint Beckham.

But that was just an excuse.

In his heart, Gwenn and Cherise were his daughters, deserving a place at this family gathering.

Ever since Cherise’s return, Gwenn had been a distant presence. Beckham longed to bridge the gap, hoping this

reunion would mend their fractured bond. He didn’t realize that the divide ran deeper than any wardrobe choice.

No matter how hard he pushed, Gwenn couldn’t fill the void reserved for Cherise.