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Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 26

"Mom, Julie said it's not a big deal; why are you so worried?" Daphne rolled her eyes, grabbed an apple, and was ready to take a bite.

Edda quickly snatched the apple from her hand and shoved it into Julie's, turning back to Daphne, "All you think about is food! As a staff member of a fashion magazine, don't you need to keep your figure? If you get fat, you could lose your job after you leave the hospital."

"Got it! Mom, you're so annoying!" Daphne pouted, giving Edda an unhappy stare.

But Edda completely ignored Daphne's dissatisfaction; instead, she turned to Julie enthusiastically, "Julie, being divorced is not a big deal; you're still a catch. Remember Mrs. Graham, who lives across from us? Her classmate's son is 34 this year, a decent age. The important thing is that he's reliable and co-owns a tech company with his buddy. He may not be drop-dead gorgeous, but he's not bad-looking either. When it comes to boyfriends, looks aren't everything."

As Edda went on and on, Julie was at a loss for words.

Edda continued to hold Julie's hand, saying, "The guy's never been married. He had a girlfriend once, but they split after seven years. He's been single for a while now. I've mentioned you to him, and he doesn't mind that you've been divorced. I think he's pretty honest. Why don't you guys meet and have a chat? If you don't like him, you can just make a new friend; the more the merrier."

"Mom, can you stop acting like a matchmaker? Our Julie’s not gonna die an old maid.” Daphne came to Julie’s defense again.

Edda turned to glare at Daphne, “Are you jealous? If Julie doesn’t want to go, you can!”

Daphne pointed to her nose, her eyes wide open as she looked at her mother, "Me?"

Julie smiled and nodded at Edda, "Thank you, Edda; I'll go."

Daphne looked at Julie, shocked.

It wasn't until Edda cheerfully turned around to arrange the blind date that Julie turned to Daphne and grinned, "Do you want to thank me?"

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