Chapter 151 Meeting the Matriarchs-2
Chapter 151: Meeting the Matriarchs-2
Eleanor arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Excited implies a lack of restraint.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Fine, then. You’re… eagerly composed.”
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Her lips curved despite herself, a hint of warmth softening her regal composure. “Maybe I am,” she
conceded softly. “I can’t wait for the day we hear little footsteps running around these halls again.”
Charles laughed, rich and affectionate. “This is the first time we’re meeting the girl, my dear-don’t
get ahead of yourself.” He leaned back, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d
love to see our great-grandchildren one day. But what I’m truly eager for…”-his voice softened,
fond-“is to see how our grandson looks when he’s in love. From what Dominic said-and what
Dahlia told him-our boy’s completely smitten. Head over heels. Apparently, he’s wrapped around this young lady’s little finger without her even trying.”
“Good,” Eleanor said briskly, smoothing the silk of her sleeve. “A Blackwood man deserves a
woman who can keep him in line.”
Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “God help our grandson, then.”
Before Eleanor could retort, the faint echo of footsteps drifted from the foyer. She straightened
instantly, every trace of teasing gone from her posture-replaced by that poised, regal composure
that came as naturally as breathing.
“Ah,” Charles murmured, rising from his chair with a slow smile. “Saved by the bell.”
Eleanor’s eyes gleamed, anticipation finally winning over restraint. “At last,” she said, setting down
her cup with quiet precision. “Let’s meet the girl who captured our grandson’s impossible heart.”
Dominic stepped in first, his posture straight, exuding that calm, confident authority he always
carried. Dahlia’s hand rested lightly on his arm, a graceful anchor beside him as she followed, her
presence radiating warmth and quiet elegance.
Behind them, Damien guided Maya with a gentle hand at her back, his other hand brushing hers
occasionally as if to remind her she wasn’t alone. Maya’s steps were measured, heart still fluttering, eyes taking in the opulence of the room and the poised figures before her.
The two pairs moved forward in tandem, the matriarch’s gaze fixed on the newcomer, a spark of curiosity and delight in Eleanor’s sharp eyes. Maya felt a flicker of nerves-but also something else: a strange, grounding reassurance in Damien’s steady presence beside her.
Eleanor’s sharp gaze softened into a warm, assessing smile as the group drew closer. Charles, seated comfortably in his armchair, allowed a small, approving nod to escape him, his eyes
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Chapter 151 Meeting the Matriarchs-2
twinkling with curiosity and quiet amusement.
“Ah, there they are at last,” Eleanor said, her voice smooth yet carrying that gentle authority that
naturally commanded attention. She stepped forward, her concern evident as she reached for
Dahlia. “Dahlia… sweetheart, Dominic told us what happened. How are you feeling now?” She drew her into a tender, reassuring hug.
“Thank you, Eleanor,” Dahlia murmured as she leaned into the embrace, allowing herself a brief
moment of comfort before gently pulling back. “I’m feeling much better now-just a little tired, a
little overwhelmed by it all, but truly, I’m fine.”
Her gaze drifted toward Maya, softening as emotion welled in her eyes. She gave a faint,
self-conscious laugh, blinking back the threat of tears. “I hope Dominic didn’t exaggerate things
again.”
Eleanor pulled back slightly, her gaze softening as it traced over Dahlia’s face. “Oh, my dear…” she
murmured, her tone rich with warmth and understanding. “I know how hard you’ve searched, all
these years-how you refused to give up, even when hope must have felt so far away.”
Her voice caught gently as she exhaled, memories flickering behind her eyes. “Malia would have
been proud of you, you know. She was a remarkable woman… strong-willed, stubborn, and full of
heart.”
Eleanor’s eyes softened as she remembered her friend. “I still remember how she used to look at
you and Dominic-always teasing that you two were the sensible ones.” A faint, wistful smile
curved her lips before it softened into something more tender.
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