The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 

They arrived home just as a car was pulling away as Jayden waved it off. 

“My love,” 

“Hi,” Jayden said, walking over to help his father–in–law with the food bags. “Did you get everything?” 

“Yes, we took a while because that place is popular so the wait took quite a while.” 

“Did you wait long?” Jayden asked, concerned. 

“James helped us cut the line,” Deborah said. 

“Ha, the perks of being pregnant,” Jayden commented as they entered the house. 

Upon entering, Deborah saw the large painting in the living room, covered with a white sheet. 

“What’s this?” she asked, moving closer to uncover it and revealing a beautiful painting of a castle. 

“Do you like it?” Jayden asked, noticing his partner’s astonished expression. 

“Wow… so this is the famous painting.” Nicholas commented as he also approached to admire it. 

“Yes.” 

“It’s beautiful, my love,” Deborah said, carefully placing her hand on the canvas and noting the texture that made the painting feel more realistic despite the fantasy–like color palette. “But… Jayden, don’t you think it’s too big for the wall?” she said playfully, noting that the painting was five meters wide and three meters long. 

“Well, that’s not my fault; the artist was inspired when he made it,” Jayden said with a chuckle. “But this painting isn’t for the wall, my love; I promised it as a gift to a friend, and he’s coming to pick it up soon.” 

“Oh, I see,” Deborah said, showing a hint of sadness as she looked at the beautiful painting again, which both men noticed. 

“Debbie, do you like the painting?” 

“Yes, it’s lovely and has a magical air.” 

“Do you want us to keep it?” Jayden asked, considering what else he could offer Brandon instead of the painting. 

“I don’t think it will be possible for you to keep it, Deborah,” a voice said, making the three turn to see seven men entering the house. “That painting was promised to me by Jayden, but if you offer the right price, I might consider letting you keep it.” 

Deborah looked worriedly at the people until she recognized the blond man among them. 

“Brandon?” she called out. 

“Good evening, beautiful,” Brandon said, smiling as he placed his hands in the pockets of his coat. 

“You’re quite punctual,” Nicholas remarked, noticing it was already 7 PM. 

“I said I would come to have dinner with you,” Brandon said, glancing at his bodyguards. Two of them, 

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each carrying a cardboard box, approached Deborah. “Debbie, beautiful, can you let them into your kitchen? I brought some drinks.” 

“Sure, come in,” she said, guiding them. 

“Excuse us,” the guards said as they entered the kitchen, carefully unpacking the bottles of wine, soda, and juice they had brought and helped serve everything in glasses. 

The rest of the bodyguards helped Deborah set the table and serve the dinner. 

“Now I understand why we ordered so much food.” 

“It’s better to enjoy a good feast before starting with business.” 

“Business?” Deborah asked.