CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: HE TOLD ME TO MOVE BACK TO THE MASTER BEDROOM

I immediately avoided his gaze, not daring to ask further for fear of exposing myself.

Timothy Xavier also didn’t give me a clear answer.

I felt a bit disappointed for a moment.

I had waited for so long, just to wait until the day the device would hit the market, then confront Timothy Xavier.

Whether or not he divorces, I have the freedom to resist him and leave him.

But now, it seems I have to wait a bit longer...

After staying in the hospital for a few days, my stomach problem was almost better.

Timothy Xavier didn’t stay in the hospital to take care of me these past days; the issue with the device being stalled from hitting the market seemed quite serious.

He was handling it at the company almost every day.

Nanny Lowell, however, was in a good mood, humming a tune as she took care of me, saying, "Ma’am, it seems Mr. Xavier’s fascination with that little vixen has passed. Those mother and daughter have moved out! In Mr. Xavier’s heart, he still knows who his proper wife is."

I forced a smile.

But that home no longer belonged to me long ago, and Timothy Xavier had been tainted for a while.

Who’s in that home, who’s moving out, what does it have to do with me?

Nanny Lowell thought I was as happy as she was.

On the day of discharge, she even suggested I ask Timothy Xavier if he could restore the master bedroom to its original state.

I blankly replied, "Why?"

Nanny Lowell looked at me in surprise and said, "Aren’t you moving back there to live? The things of that mother and daughter are still there; I’m afraid it’ll bother you. But without Mr. Xavier’s orders, we dare not move things around."

I lightly said, "It’s alright, if he didn’t instruct, you don’t need to find trouble for yourself. Besides, I’m quite fine living in the guest room."

Nanny Lowell was stunned, looking puzzled by me.

I know that Nanny Lowell’s old-fashioned thinking probably still lingers on the phase of ’It’s alright for a man to play outside as long as he knows he has a home and returns to his senses.’

I don’t blame her.

Returning home.

To ease the relation between me and Timothy Xavier, Nanny Lowell smilingly said, "Ma’am, Mr. Xavier specially called just now to instruct me to make more supplements for you. I’ll make whatever you like, no need to stick to just vegetarian."

I felt quite sarcastic inside.

Nanny Lowell was so pleased as if it was Timothy Xavier’s grace given to me.

Yet this ’grace’ was swapped with the many times of pain I went through.

I lightly said, "Do whatever you want, I’m fine with anything."

After speaking, I walked toward my room.

When I opened the computer, I found my novel backend flooded with numerous requests for updates.

Moreover, the editor had also sent me many messages on QQ.

Only then did I remember, during my days in hospital, I prioritized handling work emails, completely abandoning the novel sparked by a whim.

I opened the editor’s messages; besides urging me to resume updates, what the editor asked most was: "Vera, how are you considering the contract?"

After much hesitation, I replied: "Sorry, due to personal issues recently, I might not be able to maintain steady updates. If I sign the contract, I’m afraid it would cause a loss to the website."

A few seconds later, the editor immediately replied: "It’s okay; as long as you’re willing to sign with us, we’ll definitely help this book take off. Honestly, the current data on this book is doing very well, and it’s very likely to sell its film and television rights."

In the end, I was tempted by the olive branch from the editor and agreed to the contract.

The editor then sent the contract through the novel backend.

Only then did I know that contracts can now be signed online, and it’s very convenient and quick.

After signing, I looked at the comments urging updates, and suddenly I seemed to be re-energized.

This way, I sat at the table and continued writing until six in the afternoon.

At this moment, Nanny Lowell knocked on the door, saying: "Ma’am, dinner is ready. Do you want to wait for Mr. Xavier?"

I was about to instinctively say ’not waiting.’

But I really wanted to know how the cardiopulmonary support device matter was handled?

When would it hit the market?

But such confidential matters could only be answered by seeing Timothy Xavier.

So, I changed my words, "Okay, let’s wait for him to come back and eat together."

After Nanny Lowell left, I sent a message to Timothy Xavier, asking what time he would come back?

He replied, "Lots of things at the company, will be late. If you’re hungry, eat first."

I was eager to figure out the device market launch timing, so I said, "I’m not hungry, I’ll wait for you to come back."

"Okay."

He’s always been sparse with words in his messages.

This message with more words was almost miraculous.

Thus, I quietly waited for him to come home.

In a trance, it felt as if I had returned to the past, when I didn’t yet know he had already been unfaithful, waiting for him day after day like this.

Many times, I waited in hunger and stomach pain, only to be stood up by him.

I thought I would never wait for him again, and he would never have a chance to stand me up again.

But tonight, he again forgot our appointment.

At ten o’clock, he still hadn’t come home.

Nanny Lowell reheated the dishes over and over.

I thought the company’s issues were indeed quite tricky.

Until I scrolled through social media and saw a post by Serena Sawyer two hours prior:

The photo showed Doris sitting on Timothy Xavier’s lap having a meal, with my mother-in-law lovingly watching her granddaughter from the side, and naturally, Serena Sawyer as the one taking the picture.

The caption: Having a family meal together is the happiest moment of the day. Our daughter loves the new home, and I love it too.

I suddenly sneered.

So, Timothy Xavier’s idea of having them move out was just moving them to my mother-in-law’s place.

Then, they changed from ’a family of three’ to ’a family of four,’ continuing to enjoy family happiness.

While Nanny Lowell was reheating the dish for the eighth time, I coldly spoke while sitting at the dining table, "No need to heat it up anymore, he won’t be coming back."

"This..."

Nanny Lowell asked in confusion, "Is Mr. Xavier too busy with company matters, forgetting his promise to you?"

I directly showed her Serena Sawyer’s social media post, sternly saying, "Nanny Lowell, I know you mean well. But in the future, don’t associate me with him anymore."

Realizing my mood was very bad, Nanny Lowell hastily agreed and quickly served me some porridge.

I slowly ate my dinner.

Just then, the maid’s voice came from outside: "Mr. Xavier is back? Ma’am has been waiting for you to have dinner together."

Timothy Xavier replied blandly, "Hmm," and before long, he came to the dining room.

He seemed to remember his promise to me, paused briefly, then naturally sat across from me.

Then, he instructed, "Nanny Lowell, please serve me a bowl of porridge."

Nanny Lowell glanced at me, knowing the situation but not daring to speak, she quickly went to serve porridge for Timothy Xavier.

Timothy Xavier looked at me and said, "You have stomach trouble, you should eat when you should, no need to wait for me until now."

I put down my bowl and chopsticks, quietly looking at him.

The man’s handsome features under the crystal light added warmth, still as striking as ever.

It just seemed to have lost its essence, no longer interesting.

I didn’t bother to feign civility with him, opened Serena Sawyer’s social media post, and said, "President Xavier had dinner two hours ago, why are you hungry now?"

Timothy Xavier’s expression flickered with a hint of abnormality, unclear whether it was surprise that I had Serena Sawyer’s WeChat or embarrassment about his act from entering the house till now.

"Today was Doris’s first time learning to write her name, I went to see. Tomorrow, I’ll come home for dinner on time."

He rarely explained to me once and even guaranteed like a good husband.

But I no longer needed a hollow shell!

Nanny Lowell placed the served porridge in front of him, while I stood and said, "President Xavier, take your time eating, I’m heading back to my room."

As my wheelchair moved a few steps, he called me: "Zoe."

I paused, turned back, and looked at him in confusion.

He said softly, "Serena and Doris have already left; you should move back to the master bedroom."

"You stay there yourself, I find it dirty."

My eyes swept past his face, now tinged with faint anger, and continued to roll my wheelchair towards the guest room.

...

The next day.

Mrs. Ellison called me, "Zoe, did you hurt your foot?"

I didn’t want them to worry, so I hadn’t mentioned it.

I asked in puzzlement, "How did you know?"

Mrs. Ellison replied, "I went for a check-up at the hospital this morning and ran into Ethan taking his mother for a check-up. I heard from him that you were injured quite seriously. How could you keep such a big issue from us?"

A warmth filled my heart, "Mom, I’m almost healed now, don’t worry about me."

"Are you at home now? I’ll come to see you."

After Mrs. Ellison said this, I quickly replied, "Mom, you don’t have to come specially. I’ll visit you and dad in a while."

After all, with the current situation between me and Timothy Xavier, if Mrs. Ellison came, I really wouldn’t know how to behave in front of her.

But Mrs. Ellison said, "I’m already on the way, I’ll be at your place shortly. And I’ll bring you something as well."

After finishing the call with Mrs. Ellison, I prepared to instruct Nanny Lowell not to mention anything about me and Timothy Xavier.

But I didn’t expect Timothy Xavier to not go to the company today.

He sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a financial magazine.