Chapter 84 – His Second Chance Love: The Freezing Silence

It differed him from the other rich men.

Having nothing to do, I grabbed an orange and asked, “Who are you meeting later?”

He scooped spaghetti into a pot as he looked at me. “Rylee and Zachary are about to go back to K City, so they’ve invited a few of us to lunch.”

I froze until I saw an oil stain on his sleeve. Only then did I take off my apron and put it on him instead. “Okay. Don’t drink and come back earlier.”

Everyone had their own paths to walk, and I could not force Anthony to cut ties with Rylee. After all, they were human, not machines.

He nodded and left a kiss on my forehead. “Don’t overthink it. Jared, Joe, Cameron, and Zachary will be there too. You’re pregnant, so it won’t be convenient for you to move too much.”

I nodded in response before I took the plate out of the kitchen to the dining room.

After scooping a portion for himself, he untied the apron and took my hand to check on it. “Does it still hurt?”

He then stood up and walked toward the cupboard.

When I saw him taking the first-aid kit, I hastily said, “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

However, he ignored my words. Sitting beside me, he applied a thin layer of ointment to my hand.

The two of us had a quiet lunch before he mumbled some reminders and left.

After he left, I started to get bored being alone in the spacious house. Hence, I headed to the study room and started reading The Brief History Of Time.

When Macy called, I was on the verge of falling asleep. She roared into the phone, “What are you doing? Your man is probably going to-”

“Going to what? It’s daytime now.” I was leaning on the balcony; the warm sunlight was making me sleepier.

“So what if it’s daytime? Do you not have feelings in the day? Anthony and Rylee just entered Winthem Hotel. Aren’t you going there to take a look?”

Macy sounded urgent, and I could guess that she was shopping outside as I could even hear the clack of her heels.

“You’re pregnant, so stay at home. Stop wearing heels.”

I yawned before looking at the clock. It was now five in the evening, and it had been hours since Anthony had left the house.

I had been sitting down for hours, so my back was feeling uncomfortable.

“Wait, I’m talking to you about your man. Aren’t you going to take a look?” Macy sounded urgent. “That woman, Rylee, is dressed up all lavish. I’d say it’s best for you to check them up.”

I hummed disinterestedly in response. “Have you had your dinner? Do you want to come to my house for it?”

“F*ck!” She then grunted, “You… Forget it. I’m not going to your house. I’ll be going home straight after shopping.”

After ending the call, I walked out of the study room and took a short stroll in the villa’s backyard.

The weather was nice for the stroll. In the backyard was a row of blue jacarandas, and by now, it was the right season for blooming. The blue flowers were scattered across the grass patch, and it was a picturesque scene.

Not long after, someone rang the doorbell of the villa. Just as I turned to head to the door, my phone rang.

It was from Anthony.

After picking up the call and before I could say anything, he uttered, “Open the door. They’re here to furnish the nursery. Also, the sunroom on the top floor isn’t the best room for resting, so I’ve asked them to remodel the master bedroom too. You’ll rest better there.”

I gave him a short hum in response and opened the door. The middle-aged man who appeared outside the house looked at me and greeted, “Hello, Mrs. Featherstone. We’re the ones Mr. Featherstone asked to furnish the nursery.”

I nodded before opening the door wider to let them in.

I then muttered into the phone, “Where are you? When are you coming back?”

“I’m at Winthem Hotel. I might be a little late. I’ve ordered some soup for you for dinner and asked Mr. Lewis to bring it to you later.”

He sounded nonchalant though he had arranged everything perfectly for me.

“Okay, I’ll end the call then,” I replied.

Looking at the rockery in the backyard, my heart raced as if someone was gently squeezing it. It hurt a little, but I felt touched.

Anthony was good at taking care of others. I had known that a long time ago. If someone had a place in his heart, he would take care of that person until that person knew not how to do anything.

However, I could not help but wonder, How long will days as heartwarming and perfect as these last?

The sun slowly set, and Devon had indeed instructed someone to send the soup to me. What came with the soup were some dishes that were suitable for pregnant women.

I did not eat much. After the men who were remodeling the rooms were gone, I walked around the house.

Many parts of the house had changed. The collections that were originally in the living room were gone. Some I had broken, and the remaining Anthony had kept it at the warehouse.

Warm lights were installed in the dark house, and even the brown couch was changed into a deep blue one. The house now felt somewhat homely.

A carpet had been placed over the grand staircase, and many warm-palette paintings now hung by the corridor. As for the nursery, the men had furnished the room with a sky-blue theme – a perfect choice.

Just by looking at the room, one could not help but brighten up.

However, tears brimmed in my eyes. Is he doing this for the baby or me?

It’s probably for the baby.

I clung to that moment, hoping that it would freeze in time as I remained in the nursery. In my daze, I did not realize the house’s doorbell had been ringing for ages.

After finally registering the noise, I rushed down the stairs.

It turned out to be Joe. As I had taken quite some time before I opened the door, he had a scornful look on his face. “How big is the house that Ms. Stanhope needs to take so long to reach the door?”

I ignored his harsh comment. I then spotted Anthony, who was leaning against the rockery. It seemed like he was drunk.

When I walked over to him, the strong scent of alcohol wafted across my nose. Frowning, I helped him up before looking at Joe. “Thank you for sending him back.”

He did not reply, only giving me another look before he left.

I slowly supported Anthony back to the bedroom. He seemed like he was drunk, but not at the same time—he seemed distracted, and he was quiet. All he did the entire time was to hang his head in a daze.

“Do you feel unwell?” I asked as I shook his body a little.

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