The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 122

Love Looks Like This (2) 

HANNAH’S POV: 

“It is,” I confirmed, feeling genuinely touched. “I’m so glad you like it.” 

“Like it? I’m obsessed. You’re one of my favorite designers.” 

That still felt surreal to hear. My little side project of designing clothes had somehow turned into a légitimate business. What had started as me making outfits for myself and the kids had evolved into a small boutique collection that was gaining attention. 

“That means so much coming from you,” I said honestly. 

The governor’s wife beamed. “Oh, we simply must have lunch soon. I want to talk to you about possibly designing something for the spring gala.” 

“I would love that.” 

As they settled into nearby seats, I caught the governor’s daughter looking at Elijah. It wasn’t flirtatious exactly, but there was something assessing in her gaze. Curious. Measuring. 

I felt a tiny flicker of that old insecurity, that fear that I wasn’t enough, that someone prettier or more sophisticated would catch his attention. 

But then Elijah’s hand found mine under the table, his fingers lacing through mine, and he gave me a gentle squeeze. Like he knew exactly what I was thinking and wanted to remind me that I had nothing to worry about. 

I squeezed back and forced myself to smile and turn my attention back to the governor’s wife, who was now asking me about fabric choices and design inspiration. 

The dinner continued. Course after course of beautifully plated food that tasted even better than it looked. Drinks flowed freely, champagne and wine and cocktails I couldn’t name. Speeches were made by various business leaders and politicians, talking about economic growth and community development and other topics that I tried my best to pay attention to. 

“So what do you think?” Elijah questioned randomly, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it and I raised my eyebrow and smiled. 

“Think about what?” I responded and I felt the shutter of a camera go off. 

“Us. And getting married again? But this time a different type of wedding, not when I’m drunk and you don’t want to get married. Something with a white dress and the kids as the flower girl and Andrew as the ring bearer. Our friends and family present, Lucas would happily walk you down the aisle. By the beach or a grand church, anything you want. Even if it’s by the volcano, we can do it.” I laughed at his words watching Martin and Lucas dance and his parents holding to each other as a slow song began to play. 

I smiled and my cheeks was starting to hurt but it wasn’t a bad idea. 

“So–“He was about to speak when I stopped him and kissed him passionately and I think this was the first genuinely kiss we shared. 

It was soft and slow like we were taking our time to figure each other. It was like we had forgotten that where we were and who was here. I was happy.