"Who said that? Adrian's still single, isn't he? Dominic from Castenea also isn't married. Stop fussing over me, Aunt Eleanor." Theo gave Eleanor a slice of cake and said, "Here, take a bite." He wanted to prevent her from being able to converse with him as she chewed. "I think you're trying to drive me mad!" Eleanor glared at him. "Alright, it's a rare treat for us all to be gathered here for a meal together. Do you have to get into a row every time?" Brisa was displeased. Eleanor looked down and kept silent. She picked at the food on her plate. "Nat, please eat," said Brisa. Her gentle expression was a stark contrast to her usual strict demeanor. Anathea nodded with a smile. However, she didn't have a good appetite. Thus, she only took some food from the plates before her and nibbled at it. Upon seeing her behavior, Brisa told Gregory, "Gregory, don't just eat. Get some food for your wife." Anathea froze for a moment before saying, "There's no need for that, Grandma
The sound that Anathea made broke through the silent room. Isabel asked concernedly, "What's wrong, Anathea?" Anathea tried putting a hand over her mouth and apologized to Brisa, "I might've eaten something wrong…" Before she could finish, another wave of nausea hit her, causing her to stand up immediately and rush into the toilet. Everyone watched her go with differing expressions. Brisa was overjoyed. She held Isabel and conjectured, "I'd just talked about getting a granddaughter. My dream didn't come true just like that, did it?" Isabel also looked stunned.If Anathea got pregnant, perhaps that meddling woman wouldn't come between her and Gregory again!Holden seemed entirely calm. Eleanor was the center of his attention. On the other hand, Eleanor frowned. She looked a little green, and so did Theo. If she got pregnant, the divorce probably wouldn't go through. The sound of Anathea's retching echoed through the washroom as she vomited up everything she'd eaten.
In hindsight, Theo probably thought that Anathea wouldn't capture Gregory's fancy even if she got to know him. He only helped her in anticipation of a good show. In the past, she was very thankful for him. He helped in improving their relationship from that of strangers to acquaintances. However, when she got married to Gregory five years ago, Theo's attitude changed completely. He seemed to loathe her, frequently stirring up trouble. Even though Gregory knew of his behavior, he said nothing. His silence was an implicit consent for Theo to continue attacking Anathea. Because she loved Gregory, she smiled and let it slide. She didn't hold a grudge. After all, she wanted to keep up a good relationship as far as that was possible. However, Theo wouldn't give her a chance. He was dismissive and cold. Anathea had some pride at the end of the day, so she stopped sucking up to him. Ever since Natalie came home from overseas, Theo stopped paying her any mind. He spent all his days wi
Theo hadn't expected Anathea to react like that. The Anathea he knew would reply righteously, "Mr. Harrington, I love Gregory. Please do not humiliate me like that!" When she professed her love, her eyes would be sparkling with her love for him, as though no man could ever compare. This was why Theo looked down on Anathea. She loved Gregory to the point where she no longer had any semblance of free thought. How lowly! Yet, Anathea's expression was extremely calm, like the smooth surface of an undisturbed lake. She asked, "Mr. Harrington, how much are we talking?" As she spoke, her eyes seemed dead and cold, as though they were discussing funding for a project, and not her marriage to Gregory. This huge difference caught Theo in surprise. He looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Are you changing your tactics because clinging on to Greg shamelessly didn't work?" Anathea said nothing. After all, even if she said no, Theo wouldn't believe her. He'd think she was just lying t
Theo was into Anathea? No way! "If not, why are you so insistent on having her divorce Gregory?" Dylan joked, "I thought you wanted to take his place." "Absolutely not," said Theo immediately. "I just don't want Greg to continue getting involved with her! Also, now you know Greg's married her, aren't you pissed? Her dad made you like this. How could I let her off the hook so easily?" "That's enough, Theo," Adrian interjected. He continued, "You've already stated that it was her dad, Adam, who did it. Why do you have to blame it on others? You and Greg are too caught up in this." However, he could understand. Those who survived were the ones who suffered the most. "Making a woman's life hard is not behavior befitting a man." "I-I…" stuttered Theo. He shot back, "I didn't!"He was the one who'd given Anathea the ten million. It wasn't like he'd forced her into it. How had he made her life hard? Adrian smiled and said nothing. …When Anathea arrived in the spa room, Bris
When Anathea still remained unmoving, Martin called out again, "Mrs. Sinclair, it's cold outside. Please get in the car."Only then did Anathea come back to her senses. She headed for the back of the car and opened the door.Usually, she would drive herself, so she rarely sat in Gregory's car.It was so rare that she couldn't even remember the last time she had been in his car. All she could recall was that the back seat featured a classic black night-sky headliner with stars. It fit his cold and aloof demeanor well.However, upon opening the door and entering the car this time, she realized the interior had changed. It was no longer black, and the starry sky had been replaced with blue roses.Anathea paused briefly.The blue roses were incredibly similar to the attire Natalie had worn to Eleanor's birthday party.Natalie's favorite color was also blue.Anathea inadvertently caught sight of a light blue bag, the contents of which were some cosmetics from luxury brands. Since
Now that there was a successful case, it greatly boosted their confidence in the drug!"That's wonderful!" Anathea grabbed Fiona's hand, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. "Mom, did you hear that?"This meant that Fiona's surgery was sure to be a success as well!At this thought, Anathea couldn't stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks."Silly girl, why are you crying?" Fiona reached out to wipe the tears clinging to Anathea's lashes, even as her own eyes became red-rimmed. "You've had it tough recently. It's all my fault for being such a burden to you…"If it weren't for her illness, perhaps Anathea could have had an easier life the past few years."Mom, don't say that." Anathea hugged Fiona tightly. "You're not a burden."Her mother wasn't a burden but a safe harbor for her wounded soul to return to.With a successful case as a precedent, she could already see hope for Fiona's recovery. Her heart pounded rapidly. It had been a long time since she had been this happy.
"I'm not pregnant," Anathea said calmly."Are you a doctor? How are you so certain?" Gregory clearly didn't believe her. He would only trust the truth written in black and white. In other words, a test result.To be more precise, he didn't trust her.Anathea didn't answer his questions, instead retorting, "If I really were pregnant, what would you do?"Gregory fell silent.After all, having another baby was not within his plans, especially since he already had an heir.Besides that…Gregory glanced at Anathea, noting how thin and frail she was. She looked like she would break with the slightest gust of wind. Her face was sickly pale, and even her lips were almost colorless.Gregory's thin lips pursed into a line.When Anathea received no response from him, she scoffed in her mind.They were about to divorce, so it was only natural he wouldn't wish she were pregnant, worried she would use the child to continue tying them together.Besides, he and Natalie were clearly in love
The noise died down all at once, and the air turned cold and heavy.The night was sharp and silent. Gregory stood under the streetlight, his shadow stretched long across the pavement. The warm glow lit up his face. His features were too perfect to be real, as if they had been carefully sculpted by God.But he looked incredibly icy and unapproachable. Martin looked over at him. Gregory looked tall, composed, and proud. But at the same time, there was also a hint of loneliness about him.Then, Martin glanced at Anathea, still curled up and crying in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Whatever had gone down between them clearly hadn't ended on a good note.Still, as Gregory's right-hand man, it was Martin's job to clean up the mess. Stepping toward Gregory, he said cautiously, "Mr. Sinclair, about Mrs. Sinclair…"Gregory didn't respond. He pulled out his phone and made a call.A few minutes later, one of the drivers pulled over in a Bugatti Veyron. He stepped out and handed the key
So, this bag was really a gift from Theo.Gregory pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He let out a bitter laugh, his eyes cold as fury seethed within him. His expression was like the calm before the storm.Anathea froze for a second, stunned by the look on his face. Her heart was pounding in her chest.Then, Gregory grabbed her chin, his voice low and sharp. "I really underestimated you. One man's not enough, huh? You've got another on the hook. And you say I'm filthy? What about you?""What are you talking about?" Anathea's face turned as pale as her lips.He sneered. "Oh, please. Don't play dumb."The rage in his eyes was so intense, it was as though it could swallow Anathea whole. "You're sleeping with two guys at once. God, you're worse than a prostitute! How pathetic."Suddenly, Gregory's head snapped to the side, stunning him. Anathea's palm was burning, and her hand couldn't stop shaking. She'd slapped him—what he'd said was unforgivable.However, panic soon h
"Gregory!" Thomas struggled to get out of the car, but Martin had already locked the doors."Mr. Morgenstein, we need to handle the damage assessment first," said Martin in a flat and professional tone."What's there to talk about? Let me out! Don't you see what Gregory's about to do to her?" Thomas roared.Martin didn't even flinch. "They're legally married. Don't you think you're overstepping a bit, Mr. Morgenstein?" he asked, angling his body to block Thomas' view."Damn it!" Thomas slammed his hands against the window, yelling, "Gregory, you bastard! Stop it!"But his angry voice was completely trapped inside the car. No matter how frantic he was, it changed nothing.Meanwhile, in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Gregory was relentless. Anathea shrank from the heat of his breath. She turned her head away just as he tried to kiss her, rejecting his touch.Gregory's eyes narrowed dangerously. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him."You pulled every dirty trick in th
Gregory glanced at Anathea's pale face. She was clearly in pain, but there wasn't the slightest trace of concern in his expression. He just yanked her along toward the Rolls-Royce.She had no idea what he was planning, and her wrist hurt from how tight his grip was. Struggling, she shouted, "Gregory, let go of me!"Gregory let out a cold laugh. "Why? So you can go back to making out with that cook?""I wasn't!" Her voice shook as she bit her lip, furious and hurt that he'd jump to conclusions like this. "Don't project your dirty thoughts onto me!""I saw it with my own eyes, and you're still trying to deny it?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the car door.Her whole back felt as though it was splitting into two, but the pain in her body was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.Gregory never trusted her.No matter what she said, he only ever believed what he thought he saw. And now, he was throwing disgusting accusations at her like this."Wow, Anat
"You're welcome." Thomas looked at Anathea, then suddenly pointed at her face and chuckled a little."Ana, you've got some cream on your face.""Huh?" Anathea instinctively wiped her face. When did that get there? And how did she not notice?"It's on the right side," Thomas said, pointing to her right cheek.She touched that side but didn't feel anything."A bit higher. No, higher than that."When she couldn't find the cream, Thomas unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward her, gently reaching out with his left hand to touch her face.Anathea froze. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught their reflection in the window.The last light of sunset had faded, and night was falling. In the reflection, with how Thomas was positioned—and given the angle—they looked as if they were kissing, even though they weren't that close in real life.As soon as she realized it, she snapped out of it and lifted her hand. Just as she was about to push him away, blinding headlights suddenly came
Natalie kept trying to keep the conversation going during the whole dinner."Greg, the steak's actually really good. Do you want to try some?""Greg, this dessert is nice. It's not too sweet.""Greg…""Yeah."Gregory barely responded. By the time dessert arrived, his steak was still untouched. He looked as though he was facing Natalie, but his gaze kept drifting past her—to Anathea.The more he saw her smiling from the side, looking so happy and radiant, the darker his expression became. His eyes practically burned a hole through her.She'd never smiled like that with him. But with that chef, she was smiling as if she had no worries in the world.To top it off, she was casually cutting meat for Thomas, even serving him food as though it was the most normal thing in the world. Scoffing, Gregory suddenly stabbed his knife into his plate, creating a sharp sound.Natalie jumped at the sound, startled. "Greg? What's wrong?"Finally looking away from Anathea, Gregory glanced down
Since Thomas put it that way, Anathea didn't want to turn him down. "Alright. What do you feel like eating?""Hmm…" Then, his gaze landed on a sleek silver-and-black Maybach ahead of them. "How about Frevancian? Is that okay with you?""Frevancian?""Yeah, you're not going to say it's too pricey, are you?" Thomas chuckled. "If it is, we can choose somewhere else.""No, Frevancian is fine."Anathea never liked owing people favors, anyway, so footing the bill for something nice actually made her feel less burdened.While driving, Thomas glanced at her and smiled before stepping on the gas and following that Maybach straight to one of the most well-known Frevancian restaurants in Castenea.As soon as they walked in, Thomas pulled out a chair for Anathea and poured her a glass of water. "Thanks to you, I get to enjoy a fancy dinner tonight.""I should be the one thanking you." If it weren't for him, Anathea would probably still be stuck in the hospital parking lot. Handing Thomas t
"Mrs. Sinclair?" Thomas stopped in front of her with a smile. "It is you. I thought I was seeing things.""Tom..." Anathea let out a small breath of relief. "What are you doing here?""Oh, I was just picking up some herbal medicine for my mom." He held up a bag of herbs for her to see. "Are you heading home?"She nodded, glancing awkwardly at her car. "I was but then my car suddenly broke down and won't start."Thomas crouched down to take a quick look at it. "I think it's an engine problem. You'll need to take it to a mechanic. Luckily, I've got a friend who runs a repair shop. I'll call him and ask if he can come tow your car."He didn't wait for her to respond before pulling out his phone.On the call, he gave his friend the address and sorted all the details before turning back to look at Anathea. "I'll need your number so my friend can contact you when your car's fixed."Anathea gave him her phone number."Alright, it's all been sorted out." Thomas hung up and gave her a
"Nothing," Anathea replied calmly."I don't buy that," Evangeline uttered. "If nothing's going on, why would he throw such a huge order at you out of nowhere?"Anathea didn't respond. Honestly, she had no idea what Theo was thinking either. He'd given her a big order and handed her an insanely expensive bag. None of it made sense.But she didn't want to dwell on it. Once her divorce from Gregory was finalized, she and Theo wouldn't have any reason to cross paths again."Nat?" Evangeline's voice pulled her out of her thoughts."Hmm?" Anathea blinked and looked over. "What's up?"Evangeline glanced at the time. It was already 4:30 pm. "You've been looking pretty drained lately. Why don't you just call it a day and head home early?""But—" Anathea started to protest, but Evangeline was already ushering her toward the door."I've got the rest covered. Go on. Oh, and say hi to your mom for me. I'll visit her when I get the chance."Anathea could feel the genuine kindness in her wor