He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 118: You Look a Lot Like My Late Wife

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: You Look a Lot Like My Late Wife

Felix Finch’s uncle was named Forrest Fletcher.

His birthday party was a huge affair every year.

However, those who received an invitation were a select few.

Natalie Morgan wore a lavender fishtail dress, looking poised and elegant. Her makeup, exquisite yet tasteful, added a touch of feminine allure.

"Something’s missing."

Felix Finch gestured for Natalie Morgan to wait as he pulled a long, slender, beige brocade box from inside his coat.

It was a diamond-encrusted necklace.

He quickly fastened it around Natalie Morgan’s neck. "Much better."

"Felix, this is..."

"Just wear it." Felix Finch offered his arm to Natalie Morgan. "Come on, I’ll introduce you to my aunt and uncle."

"Okay."

Meanwhile, Theodore Grant, who was preparing to return to Riverden, was scrolling on his phone when he happened to see that it was Forrest Fletcher’s birthday.

Forrest Fletcher was a shareholder in the hospital he wanted to acquire.

He had tried to schedule a meeting several times, but Forrest Fletcher always found an excuse to put him off.

’A birthday?’

He gave a short laugh. "Weller Kendall, we should go wish Elder Fletcher a happy birthday."

"You mean Dr. Finch’s uncle?"

"That’s right." Theodore Grant realized this was a golden opportunity; Forrest Fletcher would have no reason to avoid him. "Prepare a generous gift. We’re paying a visit."

"Yes, sir."

Even for someone of Theodore Grant’s stature, getting into Forrest Fletcher’s birthday banquet took some doing.

Although Forrest Fletcher didn’t want to see him, he couldn’t very well turn away someone who came bearing birthday wishes.

After all, in business, one shouldn’t burn bridges.

As Theodore Grant and Forrest Fletcher were exchanging false pleasantries,

his gaze drifted, and he spotted Felix Finch.

It wasn’t surprising that Felix Finch was here. What was surprising was the woman with him...

She had a face that was the spitting image of Natalie Morgan’s.

In an instant, his pupils contracted, and his mind went completely blank.

On some strange impulse, he picked up his wine glass and walked over.

"Dr. Finch."

Hearing the man’s voice from behind, Natalie Morgan shuddered violently.

’Theodore Grant?’

Before she could even confirm whether it was his voice, the man himself was standing right in front of them.

"Dr. Finch, long time no see." While Theodore Grant spoke to Felix Finch, his eyes flickered to the woman at his side.

Natalie Morgan quickly lowered her head, subtly trying to hide behind Felix Finch.

"It has been a while." He smoothly drew Natalie Morgan forward, placing a light arm around her shoulder. "Theodore, let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Willow Childs."

’Willow Childs?’

Theodore Grant’s gaze swept over the woman’s face.

Her face, her features—they were identical to the woman in his memory.

The resemblance was uncanny.

But...

The corner of her eye was missing that heart-breaking beauty mark.

Her eyes were clear, and her gaze was distant and unfamiliar, as if they were complete strangers.

"Hello, Miss Childs."

Theodore Grant politely extended his hand, his gaze never leaving her delicate face.

Natalie Morgan gave a small smile and briefly shook his hand. "Felix has mentioned you often. You’re so young and accomplished, Mr. Grant. Truly an inspiration."

Her voice sounded just like hers, too.

Even the curve of her lips when she smiled was identical.

He stared at her like a hawk watching its prey, his gaze bold and direct, lingering for a long time.

It felt as if he were trying to see right through her, his stare carrying an unnerving intensity.

Noticing Natalie Morgan’s discomfort, Felix Finch interjected, "Ava is a little tired. I’m going to take her to rest for a bit."

He placed a light hand on Natalie Morgan’s waist and gracefully led her away from the main hall.

Once inside the lounge, Natalie Morgan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her palms were covered in a fine, cold sweat.

"What is Theodore Grant doing here?" she couldn’t help but ask.

Felix Finch frowned slightly and shook his head. "I’m not sure. He must be in Fenchest on business. I heard he’s interested in acquiring a hospital here, and my uncle is a major shareholder. He probably saw this as an opportunity to speak with him."

Whatever the reason, Theodore Grant had seen her now, and he was sure to be suspicious of her identity.

An indescribable sense of unease tightened in her chest.

Felix Finch placed his hands on her shoulders, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Don’t be nervous, Natalie. He saw you die with his own eyes. Even if he thinks you look familiar, he’ll just assume his eyes are playing tricks on him. He would never dream that you’re still alive."

Natalie Morgan’s eyes wavered.

’Would he really?’

"Alright, don’t overthink it. Just rest here for a while and don’t go back out for now."

Natalie Morgan nodded lightly. "Okay. Could you let your uncle know, Felix?"

"Of course." He gave her a gentle, reassuring smile.

Natalie Morgan waited anxiously in the room for a while.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

She flinched, clutching her pounding heart as she looked at the screen. It was a call from Serena Sutton.

"Hello, Claire."

"Nattie, is it almost over on your end?"

Natalie Morgan glanced at the time; it was already ten o’clock. "It should be wrapping up soon. How’s the baby? Is he behaving?"

"The little guy has been an angel," Serena’s voice was gentle. "He played with his toys for a bit after dinner, then went straight to sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll be right here with him. Everything’s fine."

"That’s good. Thank you so much."

"If it ends up running too late, just have Felix bring you home, okay?"

"I will," Natalie Morgan replied. "Don’t worry about me."

She hung up.

Natalie Morgan decided to go out and see what was happening.

It was getting late. If Theodore Grant was gone, she could find an excuse and leave as well.

She reached for the doorknob and pushed down gently.

Before she could react, a powerful force from the other side threw the door open, shoving her backward.

She stumbled back a few steps until her back hit the cold wall.

The man’s familiar scent instantly flooded her senses. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Mr. Grant?" She frowned, forcing herself to remain calm. "What do you think you’re doing? Is this polite?"

"Miss Childs, you look very much like my late wife."

He braced his arms against the wall on either side of her, boxing her into the small space. He leaned down, their noses nearly touching, his deep eyes shimmering with confusion.

"Oh, so that’s it. Does Mr. Grant mistake me for his resurrected wife?" She let out a soft laugh, a hint of pity in her smile.

"You’re so much like her," he said, his voice low and raspy. "But she didn’t have a twin sister."

"What are you implying, Mr. Grant?" She gave him a shove, her eyes flashing with annoyance as she met his gaze. "It’s a big world; lots of people look alike. If you miss your late wife so much, you should visit her grave instead of being so rude to a woman you’ve just met."

’Perhaps...’

’Maybe it’s just my imagination, a hallucination born from desperate longing.’

’Perhaps the resemblance is only slight, and I’m just stubbornly seeing what I want to see.’

Resentful and unwilling, he nevertheless dropped the hands that had her trapped.

"I’m sorry, Miss Childs," he apologized in a low voice, his gaze still fixed on her face. "I suppose I just... miss her too much."