Returning to the upstairs bedroom, Mia found that Timothy still hadn’t returned. She thought that he is
likely
upied in the study.
She had be ustomed to their routine–him often spending nights in the study, and her in the
bedroom.
Turning around, she entered the walk–in closet, noting that, apart from Timothy’s wardrobe, it
predominantly housed her clothing.
To her surprise, it appeared unchanged from the time she had left.
Expecting to find Maya’s clothes, she meticulously sifted through the closet but found no evidence of
any woman’s belongings.
This situation struck Mia as peculiar.
Leaning against the wardrobe door, she pondered. She was intimately acquainted with this space, and
there
were no clues that could escape her notice.
Strangely, no traces of Maya were found.
Recalling Holly’s remark about Maya never staying overnight, Mia wondered if Timothy might genuinely
be
morally upright.
Mia realized her attention had once again shifted back to Timothy.
Without hesitation, she grabbed a set of her pajamas and swiftly made her way to the shower.
The opulent nightwear set out for her had been meticulously chosen by the household staff, with the
inner
garments handpicked based on the season.
The day they finalized their divorce agreement, Mia chose to only take her clothes, leaving behind all
the branded goods.
Post–shower, Mia stepped out, adorned in a silk camisole and gracefully wrapped in a flowing robe.
Truly, there were merits to indulging in luxurious things.
After blow–drying her hair, she came out of the bathroom with a yawn. Much to her surprise, Timothy
stood by the window, his posture tall and upright.
She stopped yawning.
Timothy’s return to their bedroom was unexpected and puzzling. It simply didn’t make sense to Mia.
Timothy turned around and caught sight of Mia emerging from the bathroom in a camisole nightgown.
Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands gracefully falling onto her
corbone.
His gaze followed the flow of her hair downward, and his expression noticeably deepened.
He hadn’t anticipated such a sight. Adopting a suggestive tone, he remarked, “Wearing so little
intentionally?
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Mia quickly tightened her robe.
Blushing, she replied, “You sleep in the study all the time. What are you doing in the bedroom so
early?”
“Don’t worry. You’re a ‘pregnant woman‘ now. Martha cautioned me not to fool around with you during
this time.” Timothy reassured.
“So, are you nning to stay here tonight?”
Approaching her, Timothy’s eyes lingered on her securely fastened robe.
Ironically, the delicate fabric only entuated her figure, providing minimal coverage.
After a nce, Timothy suddenly felt uneasy, a slight dryness settling in his throat.
He averted his gaze and said, “Rest assured, I’m not that audacious.”
Timothy then proceeded to the bathroom after the casual remark.
It wasn’t until after hearing the sound of running water did Mia finally catch on to Timothy’s subtle jest.
Earlier, she had yfully made a simr remark about him.
Little did she foresee him remembering and using it against her!
Turning around, she retrieved a spare nket from the closet and spread it neatly on the opposite side
of the
bed.
Settling into afortable position, Mia closed her eyes tightly, hoping to avoid any potential
awkwardness
with Timothy.
Despite wanting to drift off to sleep, she remained alert to the sounds from the bathroom.
As soon as the water stopped, Timothy opened the door and stepped out.
Seeing Mia’s huddled position, Timothy’s expression shifted. He poured himself a ss of cold water,
downing it in one go to quell his simmering frustration.
Timothy settled on the opposite side of the bed, pulling his nket snugly around him.
Having Mia beside him was a departure from the norm, and he expected some difort.
Yet, to his surprise, it wasn’t as unpleasant as he had imagined.
Mia also assumed that she wouldn’t be able to sleep next to him due to difort. But, she found
herself
drifting off soon after.
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The next morning, the sound of Timothy’s cell phone stirred Mia from her sleep. Still half–asleep, she
kicked
her foot, muttering, “How annoying.”
Timothy had her feet draped over his waist, one hand securely holding onto her ankle to prevent any
restless
movements.
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Extending his hand to pick up the phone, he said, “Hello, I hope you have a valid reason for this call.”
“Mr. Barrett, there’s been an issue. The doctor we had arranged for Mrs. Barrett Senior’s surgery
encounteredplications and won’t be able to proceed.”