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Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 1009
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Chapter 1009

Joanne scratched her nose and frowned.

’So she was his first lover? Why did he lie to me that she was just his classmate? Is it because he's afraid that I'll tell

Grandma?' Joanne pondered.

"Hello, Miss Sinclair, I'm Joanne. Joanne Winters, a female artist under Mister Atherton's company!"

"Joanne?" Noah's sight jumped between Joanne and Edwin, and she smiled gently. ’Fortunately, I've seen your profile

before. You supported an entertainment company all on your own."

Liking to be praised, Joanne's eyes seemingly twinkled. She wanted to play it off coolly, but the lifting corners of her

mouth said it all.

Edwin looked at Joanne, who was smiling secretly, and his already aching head worsened. Wasn't she eavesdropping at

the door? Isn't she suspicious when she saw me with Noah?'

"Noah, Joanne's being humble here. She has another identity to her, so let me introduce her to you," said Edwin'

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smirking.

’Another identity?"

’Didn't you always want to see my wife? Here she is. You can call her' Sister Joanne' if you want to be more

respectful." Edwin smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows playfully.

"Are you kidding? Shouldn't your wife be the daughter of some sort of wealthy, famous family?" Noah looked at

Joanne in disbelief.

Joanne was flustered at this. What the hell is he doing?!'

"Missus Atherton, come here.' Edwin ignored Noah and waved to Joanne, signaling her to be at his side.

Joanne glanced at the pale-faced Noah, obediently walked over, and saw Edwin handing her a plate of lychees by

the bed. "Peel it for me."

"Miss Sinclair is still here," Joanne muttered.

Edwin glanced at Noah as if nothing had happened and smiled at her. "Isn't this just right? Satisfy your vanity and

let her see how much we love each other."

Joanne had no choice but to do what Edwin told her to. She thus peeled the lychees one by one and fed them to

Edwin.

Edwin opened his mouth to catch the lychee, and his warm tongue inadvertently swept over Joanne's slender

fingertips.

Joanne felt like she had an electric shock. She almost dropped the lychee plate onto the floor, and her pretty face

flushed red.

She did not usually see him flirting with her like this. She knew Noah still had feelings for him, so he must be trying

to use her to irk his ex-girlfriend.

Deep jealousy flashed in Noah's eyes.

She and Edwin used to be that close, but everything changed after five years.

"My stomach hurts a little. Miss Sinclair, can you come and help me feed Mister Atherton?" Joanne swiveled her

gaze away, waved to Noah, and quickly ran into the bathroom.

Even when the door was shut, Noah and Edwin still stared at each other.

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"Why did you marry...Miss Winters?" Noah could not reconcile herself to the fact that Edwin had married someone else.

Edwin glanced at the fruit plate in her palm and smiled coldly. "If I didn't marry her, do you think I'd marry you?"

'Joanne, that foolish woman, still allowed Noah to be alone with me?!'

’Yeah. I didn't ask you to wait for me for five years." Noah felt choked, and it took her a long time to say something with

difficulty. Her eyelashes drooped, and her expression was upset.

However, at a corner where no one could see her face, there was an air of cruelty.

She thought Edwin's wife would be the daughter of a famous family, but it turned out to be just an actress with a poor

background and a load of haters.

To Noah, this was her opportunity.

Joanne leaned against the bathroom door.

The sound insulation effect was so good that she could not hear what Edwin and Noah said outside. She started to

overthink and imagined that Noah felt stuffily in Edwin's chest, and the two ex-lovers who had not met for years started

to rekindle intimate contact.

She then rubbed her belly, feeling thankful that she did not have Edwin's child yet.