CHAPTER 8: CHAPTER 8: THE EX-HUSBAND COMES KNOCKING, SEEKING ENTANGLEMENT

Upon hearing these words, Iris Crawford just wanted to laugh, and in fact, she did laugh out loud.

Lachlan Wyatt is not a good person at all; he’s all about two words—selfishness.

If it’s not his business, not only does he stay away, but he also claps his hands on the sidelines, enjoying the show.

Sitting back watching the fire from across the river, fearing only that the world won’t be chaotic enough. Especially at this moment, seeing Jordan Jacobs’ face suddenly become stiff, Lachlan also asked sarcastically, "What does your wedding have to do with me? Why should I help you?"

Jordan really wanted to say it’s not because of the conniving woman messing things up.

To protect her, he could only turn to Lachlan.

But he couldn’t bring himself to say it, watching helplessly as Iris returned to Lachlan’s side, like returning to a protective stronghold.

He could only clench his teeth in frustration, saying through trembling teeth, "Absolutely unreasonable."

"Who’s being unreasonable?"

Lachlan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with mockery, "If you make the events of that year and the investigation public, wouldn’t everything be revealed? Who was kidnapped, who died, and which hostage did you choose to save—these records should exist, right?"

There’s no way Jordan could really publicize all that. His persona would collapse, and his social standing would be jeopardized!

"But... even if it became public, my wedding can’t be... salvaged..." Grasping at the disrupted wedding, Jordan’s once determined expression was now gone. Who’d have known Lachlan would be so difficult; no wonder people fear him!

"What do you mean?"

When Lachlan becomes cold, he’s downright terrifying. Usually smirking playfully, now he narrowed his eyes, cold-faced, absolutely not to be messed with, "Want me to make up another wedding for you? Marry you?"

"No." Jordan didn’t expect he had to toughen up, "I mean, this young lady should also apologize to me... My wedding with Yvonne Jennings..."

Lachlan interrupted, "Be precise, second marriage."

"..." Jordan swallowed his bitterness with clenched teeth, forcing his words out through gritted teeth, "My second marriage with Yvonne Jennings was ruined like this, we need some explanation too..."

"Oh."

Lachlan nodded and looked at the woman behind him, "Are you willing to apologize?"

With a smirk, Iris immediately said, "Hehe. Sorry."

Casually ruining your second marriage. Sorry, dare to do it again next time.

Lachlan turned his head back to Jordan, "You see, she’s already said sorry. She’s just a girl, and you, a grown man, shouldn’t be so unforgiving."

Who’s the real scoundrel here?

Jordan’s face turned livid; he’d never been humiliated this way before. He was bound to remember this grudge, but it was a shame he still hadn’t figured out the true face of this woman. As long as he didn’t know, he couldn’t sleep soundly.

With Lachlan here today, he knew he wouldn’t get close to her; whatever method she used to have Lachlan protect her so fiercely... her skills in bed must be impressive!

Next time, he’ll think of ways to meet her personally and probe to find out exactly who she is!

Smiling grimly with gritted teeth, calculations made in his mind, Jordan stepped back, saying, "Well, I’ll be the bigger man and not fuss with a young woman. After all, the love between Yvonne and me is rock solid, this farce won’t affect our love."

Saying this for Iris to hear, to disgust her!

Yet Iris wasn’t angry at all, even seemed deeply moved, clapping for him with a sneer, "That’s great, you two are destined to be together, I suggest you don’t split up to harm others."