Chapter 668

Bewildered, Mia questioned, “Considering my ordinary background, how did I end up marrying into the

Barrett family?”

Wade explained, “Mr. Barrett fell into a coma after an accident. It was Mrs. Barrett Senior who arranged

your marriage.”

“All to change his fate?” A cynical scoff escaped Mia’s lips. She was well aware of the

stringent rules that governed high society. Commoners like her marrying up rarely ended well. She

knew that all too well.

She had heard stories about her adoptive parents being equally deplorable. It had been a brutal

existence before the Lane brothers found her.

A cold glint flickered in her eyes. If her brothers faked her death to cut all ties with the Barretts, surely

the Barretts themselves must have been ecstatic.

Yet, Timothy’s strange behavior didn’t paint that picture. Perplexed, she dismissed the notion of

lingering affection on his part.

Guilt, perhaps, but nothing more.

Mia crossed her legs, a menacing gleam flickering in her eyes. “Everything seems to fall into place. I

have a game to play now.” She was eager to find out why Timothy had been searching for her.

Wade sensed trouble brewing as he observed Mia’s expression. Tentatively, he cautioned, Ms. Mia, Dr.

Grayson advised you to steer clear of the Barretts.”

“Didn’t he suggest trying the desensitization therapy? I figured it might be more effective if I interacted

directly with Timothy.”

Wade was rendered speechless.

“Oh, and make sure Dominic doesn’t catch wind of this just yet,” she added, glancing up at him. She

didn’t want Dominic bombarding her with incessant phone calls.

Alone again, Mia pondered her next move. She couldn’t brush off the bombshell she had just

discovered.

She opened her suitcase and found it filled with vibrant and scanty clothes. Her current style was very

distinct from her prudish self back then.

Feeling like she’d preferred plain and boring clothes in the past, she had Wade prepare a set of clothes

that suited her old style. Then, she texted Timothy, “Mr. Barrett, do you fancy a dinner date tonight?

See you at the usual place.”

She received no response from him. Yet, patience was a virtue, especially when dealing with men like

him.

Timothy saw the message, and his mind blanked temporarily. He couldn’t believe that she’d just asked

him out.

Caleb was curious. “Tim, who is it from?”

“Try and guess.

“No way. Is it Ms. Langford?”

Timothy set his phone down and contemplated. “Do you think she’s Mia?”

“Honestly, Tim, I’m not so sure anymore. I’d say no if she hadn’t mistaken me for her ex- husband. Yet,

she clearly confused me with you.”

Timothy found the situation bizarre as well.

“Tim, it’s either she’s suffering from memory loss, or she’s pretending not to recognize us. “Caleb

thought this was the most plausible explanation.

Timothy suddenly rose, adjusting his attire in front of the mirror. His demeanor exuded a mature charm.

Startled, Caleb questioned, “Where are you headed, Tim?”

“A date.” Timothy left after he answered Caleb. He wondered what tricks Mia had up her sleeve.

He made his way to the top floor, the same place where they had met over a meal last time.

The moment he stepped into the conservatory, his eyes widened. Mia stood before the full- length

window with her back facing him, her dark locks cascading over her shoulder. She was clad in a simple

T–shirt and denim skirt.

“Mia?” he breathed, his voice thick with a mix of apprehension and a sliver of hope.