My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 311

The exhibition hall gradually filled with people.

Melody Monroe noticed a few attendees sneaking photos of them, but instead of pulling away, she leaned closer to Landon Langford, making them appear undeniably intimate.

She wanted Lucian Langford to see this.

Even if he didn't care, she still wanted him to see it.

She wanted to prove that Melody Monroe was still highly sought after.

She was determined to create that exact illusion.

As the two of them strolled into the third exhibition hall, someone approached from the opposite direction.

The woman had been staring at them intently.

Melody's footsteps faltered for a moment.

It was a distant relative of the Langford family, known in their social circles as Priscilla Zeller, a woman notorious for her loose lips and love of gossip.

The moment Priscilla saw Landon and Melody walking side by side, her eyes visibly lit up.

"Landon?" Priscilla took the initiative to greet them, her gaze darting back and forth across Melody. "Is this... your girlfriend?"

She wore an expression that screamed she had just stumbled upon the biggest scoop of the year, utterly thrilled by the gossip.

Landon neither denied nor confirmed it, simply offering a faint smile. "Priscilla, you're here for the exhibition too? This is the Monroe family's daughter, Melody."

After the brief introduction, he turned to Melody. "This is Priscilla."

Melody offered a poised and polite greeting. "Priscilla."

The entire interaction carried a hint of ambiguity.

Priscilla offered a meaningful smile. "If Grandmother Eleanor finds out about this, she'll be absolutely thrilled."

Landon just smiled, choosing not to respond.

Melody didn't shy away either, returning a graceful smile that perfectly captured the refined restraint expected of a wealthy heiress.

Landon guided Melody forward, denying Priscilla any chance to press for more details.

Once they were out of earshot, Melody spoke in a soft tone. "Knowing her, I suspect the entire social circle will know you brought a date to the exhibition before tomorrow morning."

The Langford family, in particular, would undoubtedly be the first to hear of it.

"That's exactly what I want." Landon's voice was low. "Her mouth is far more effective than paying for front-page coverage."

Melody turned her head to look at him.

Landon studied her for two seconds before a sudden smile broke across his face.

He knew he hadn't made a mistake in choosing her.

Someone as fiercely proud as Melody would never admit defeat.

"Let's go. I can probably bluff my way through another three minutes of art critique on the next painting," he said, offering his arm to her once again.

Melody slipped her hand through the crook of his arm, their silhouettes overlapping as they walked on, looking as intimate as a real couple.

The two of them spent nearly two hours browsing the gallery.

Landon purchased two paintings, specifically the ones Melody had lingered on just a second longer.

As he swiped his card, Melody stood beside him and murmured, "You don't have to do this."

"I'm not doing anything." Landon signed the receipt and set the pen down. "I like these two pieces. It has nothing to do with you."

Melody didn't say another word.

By the time they left the art museum, it was getting late.

Landon suggested they grab dinner at a nearby restaurant, and Melody didn't decline.