All Chapters of Alpha's Wife Hunt: Chapter 611 - Chapter 620

Tabitha's POVWilmot quickly responded, "The 22nd, why do you ask?"I almost forgot about it. In a few days, it would be John's anniversary of passing.Having been here recuperating for so long, my sense of time had become blurred."Could you help me prepare some mourning items, like flowers and candles?" I said softly.In the U.S., people often use flowers and candles to remember the deceased. Flowers symbolize the beauty and continuation of life, while candles represent the enduring light of remembrance for the departed."Sure, Ms. Hartley."I couldn't go back to Seattle. This was the first year since John's departure. I wanted to pay my respects.Wilmot was not only obedient but also very efficient.He not only prepared the offerings but even brought back a small toy for the dog.I noticed that every time he went out, he would bring me a little trinket—sometimes a glass of lemon water, sometimes a donut,

Tabitha's POVI whipped my head towards the door and called out, "What's up?"Wilmot's always been the picture of propriety. Why would he barge in on my rest time?"Uh... Ms. Hartley, did you already hit the hay? Sorry to bug you."I figured I hadn't dozed off yet, so I got up, threw on a jacket, and shuffled to the door in my slippers.I yanked the door open and started, "I..."But my words died in my throat when I saw what was in front of me.There was Wilmot, holding a cake with candles sticking out.The candlelight bathed his honest face, the flame twinkling in his eyes."Ms. Hartley, it's a bit late, I know, but birthdays? They're pretty darn important. Can't let 'em slip by."It was exactly eleven fifty-nine.The cake looked like it was made by him.There was still flour and cream smeared on his face and clothes, not quite cleaned up yet."Thanks," I said, feeling a warmth in my chest th

Tabitha's POVOrson agreed to my request and promised to take care of all the arrangements.I was deeply grateful to him.On this day, I asked the housekeeper to cook a full table of delicious dishes and made an exception to invite Wilmot to the dining table.Wilmot stood there, looking extremely uneasy, clearly sensing something was off.I said to him softly, "Sit down and eat with us."He responded with some hesitation, "But Ms. Hartley, you had set certain rules..."I spoke again, "Just sit."So Wilmot stopped insisting, sat up straight, and held himself rigid.However, he didn't immediately pick up his knife and fork. Instead, he asked first, "Ms. Hartley, do you no longer need me to serve you?"In the past week or so, I've been able to move around on my own, no longer needing a wheelchair.Each time I go out, he only follows me at a certain distance and helps carry things.In fact, I've noticed

Third person's POVTheodora leaned on Orson's shoulder, her eyes fixed on Tabitha as she boarded the ship step by step. Theodora's eyes were red and brimming with tears."I don't know why. I just can't help but want to cry. It feels like Tabitha has gone through so much suffering. Now that things are just starting to get better, she has to leave again and drift at sea for a long time. What if... I mean, what if something happens to her at sea?"Orson reached out to hold Theodora's shoulder, gently comforting her in a soft voice, "Everything will be fine. This captain has been sailing the seas for over twenty years and has always been safe. Tabitha has had her fair share of hardships, but her luck has been pretty good. I've been in this business for so many years. Someone in her situation who has survived is truly blessed. After all the suffering she's endured, her future will surely get better. Isn't it often said that after bitter hardship comes sweetness, and

Tabitha's POVDinner was laid out with a variety of dishes that leaned towards the sour side, such as pickled cucumber salad, vinegar-soaked fish, and yogurt-baked broccoli.Though not my favorite, I tasted a bit of each.In the following days, these sour ingredients continued to frequent the dining table, and I was almost sick of them.Unable to bear it any longer, I called Wilmot over and said, "Ahem, there's been a bit too much sour food lately. I'm getting tired of it.""Of course, Ms. Hartley. Please tell me what you like to eat, and I'll make sure the kitchen prepares it for you."I scrutinized every expression and movement of his, finding that neither his behavior nor his style of action bore any resemblance to Derek's.Even if Derek knew me well enough, given his status, it was impossible for him to put everything aside to stay by my side.And that high-and-mighty Alpha, the heir to the Greenwood family, when had he eve