"I''m going to find out," Lara said, ready to walk over.


    Debra stopped her just in time. "No need. Just stay put."


    "But..." Lara hesitated.


    Any wife couldn''t just sit by and watch her husband flirt with another woman.


    Marion continued to pay zero attention to Debra. They acted like strangers.


    The guests around them seemed to be enjoying the drama, but Debra looked unfazed.


    She continued to smile and greet everyone as if nothing was happening.


    "That''s Mrs. Houston, right? She''s gorgeous." Lexie blinked. "Why don''t you go greet her?"<fncd50> Official source is find?novel</fncd50>


    She looked like a sweet, innocent girl, the kind that men loved to protect.


    "Yes, she is beautiful," Marion replied curtly, clearly unwilling to talk about it.


    Lexie grabbed his arm. "Did you two fight? I have an idea to help you make up. Want to give it a try?"


    Before Marion could respond, Lexie pulled him toward the dance floor.


    The guests whispered among themselves, surprised to see Marion so close to Lexie. Everyone knew he usually kept his distance from women, except for Debra. Now Lexie was another exception.


    Marion looked down at her hand on his arm and furrowed his brow.


    Lexie, in a striking red dress, smiled at the crowd. "I''m so happy to see everyone here. Mr. Houston and I will perform a dance. I hope you all enjoy it."


    It was an ostentatious challenge. For a moment, some guests were gloating, and others were already thinking about tomorrow''s headlines.


    "Trust me," Lexie smiled sincerely. "If you dance with me, Mrs. Houston will get jealous, and then you two can sort things out."


    Any other man would have been touched by her kindness, but Marion was unimpressed.


    "I don''t see any point in doing that," he said indifferently.


    "Mrs. Houston," Lara suddenly called out, catching Marion''s attention.


    He turned to see Debra walking away and chased after her without a second thought.


    Lexie lifted the hem of her dress and followed behind him.


    By the fountain outside, Marion caught up with Debra. "Debra, listen to me."


    Before he could go on, another voice came. "Mrs. Houston, it''s not what you think."