My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 280

"You had quite a bit to drink tonight, didn't you? You smell like a liquor cabinet."

Melody's lips curved upward in a bitter, self-deprecating smile. "You've got a sharp nose, Landon."

"Occupational hazard," Landon chuckled effortlessly. "Spent a few years abroad tasting every bottle under the sun. One sniff is all it takes to know what someone's been pouring."

"Oh? Care to guess what I was pouring?" Melody challenged effortlessly.

Landon turned his head, flashing a confident grin as he drawled, "Red. Bordeaux. A decent vintage too—at least fifteen years old. Am I close?"

Melody froze.

He was dead on.

"Seems you've done your fair share of drinking abroad," she remarked smoothly.

"Life is short. Might as well enjoy the ride," Landon replied breezily, before shifting his tone. "Unlike my cousin. He lives such an exhausting life, calculating every single move he makes."

The conversation had circled back to Lucian.

Melody remained silent for a beat before suddenly asking, "What kind of person do you think your cousin is?"

Landon took his time answering, his voice remarkably calm. "He's a very capable man. The fact that The Langford Group is practically untouchable right now proves that. However—"

He paused, a meaningful smirk playing on his lips. "He's way too cold. Though now that he's married, I imagine there's exactly one person he isn't cold to."

Melody's eyelid twitched violently.

She knew exactly who Landon was talking about.

Seraphina.

The woman who had stolen Lucian away.

Landon kept talking, completely unbothered by her silence. "I'm actually incredibly curious about this wife of his. What kind of woman does it take to finally pin him down? Do you know her, Ms. Monroe?"

Having just returned, he hadn't yet met Seraphina.

But judging by his parents' bitter complaints, Lucian worshipped the ground this woman walked on.

Landon's curiosity was heavily piqued.

It was definitely time to arrange a little meet-and-greet.

Anyone capable of making Lucian Langford fall in love had to have some fatal flaw he could exploit.

Melody didn't add anything else, turning on her heel and walking through the grand gates of her estate.

Behind her, the black Maybach lingered in the shadows for a few moments before slowly melting back into the night.

Stepping inside her sprawling home, Melody felt as completely deflated as a popped balloon.

The night's disastrous events replayed in her mind like a chaotic movie.

She could never have predicted that Lucian would become so ruthlessly heartless.

It had to be that bitch, Seraphina, brainwashing him in bed.

He was never like this before; he used to treat her so well.

Melody bit down hard on her lip. The sheer whiplash of his rejection was unbearable—especially the memory of his voice, cold as a frozen grave, ordering her to let go.

But running into Landon was an unexpected twist.

He truly was nothing like the vicious rumors claimed.

Which one of them was the real Landon Langford?