Alexander furrowed his brows, and as though lightning had struck his mind, a series of thoughts flashed through his head...
He was clear that Isabelle had been vomiting that morning, but he had simply assumed that she had gastric problems. He had even forced her to visit the hospital, but after she entered the car, she had received a call from Mrs. Williams regarding James...
After that day, her vomiting seemed to have subsided, so he assumed that she was getting better and had calmed down a little...
On hindsight, Isabelle never seemed to have gastric problems, the nausea was because of the pregnancy and when she had a miscarriage, the nausea stopped as well.
"Mr. Smith?" Madam Mary looked at Alexander, who stood by the stairs in silence, his gaze focused on the lamp in the living room. He looked to be deep in thought.
When he came back to his senses, there wasn't much expression on his face. In his usual calm, frosty voice, he replied, "Forget it, heat some milk for Mrs. Smith, she just ate an hour ago, she's probably still full."
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
Madam Mary walked back to the kitchen, and Alexander's gaze fell back to the lamp.
When Madam Mary heated some milk and brought it out of the kitchen, she noticed that Alexander was still standing by the stairs. She was mesmerized for a heartbeat. The dim warm lights from above the stairs scattered across his face, blurring his features.
She froze slightly. "Mr. Smith? Why are you still here?"
"Yea," he replied faintly before looking towards the milk in her hands. "Give it to me."
Madam Mary hurriedly brought the cup over.
Alexander turned and walked back up to the bedroom where Isabelle was cuddled in, watching television. When she heard the door open, she took a quick look before focusing her attention back on the television.
Alexander walked to the bed and passed the milk over. "Madam Mary just heated it."
Isabelle looked up at him, her gaze staying a while longer, seemingly in a struggle. In the end, she reached out and hugged the cup of milk with both hands, taking small sips as she watched the television.
Alexander didn't leave. He stood by the bed, his gaze on Isabelle.
Then he suddenly asked, "Have you been sleeping badly?"
"No.." Isabelle was confused by his random question, she shook her head and turned to look at him. "Why?"
"Nothing," he replied faintly before taking two steps back to lean on the vanity table. After a while, he asked again, "I heard that you brought some swallow's nest back home?"
Isabelle took another sip of milk before nodding.
"You like it? There isn't much left, I'll get Madam Mary to buy more tomorrow," Alexander said without emotion in his voice.
Alexander seemed to be trying to talk to her... Even though Isabelle had been upset and had made up her mind to ignore him, she could no longer suppress herself after all his kind acts.
"It's fine," Isabelle rejected decisively, but when she saw Alexander's lips press together, her heart clenched slightly. She held onto the cup of milk a little tighter, her eyes lowered. After a moment of silence, she spoke again. "I don't really like the swallow's nest; it was given to me by Mrs. Williams a few days ago when I visited her house. I gave a portion to Camila and kept the rest."
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Bringing the Nation's Husband Home IIRomance
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