Chapter 308
After some time, Rodger inquired, “Sir, where are we headed?”
Wearing a somewhat sullen expression, Timothy replied, “Don’t ask me, ask her.”
Rodger cast a glance at the dozing Mia in the rearview mirror and replied in a hushed tone, “Sir. Mrs. Barrett is already asleep.”
Timothy turned to observe Mia beside him.
True enough, her eyes were closed, and she was in a deep slumber. He sighed and whispered,”
Let’s head home.”
Rodger steered the car in a different direction. After more than half an hour, the vehicle arrived at
the entrance of the marital villa.
Exiting the car, Timothy bent down to lift the sleeping Mia from her seat.
In reality. Mia wasn’t in a deep slumber. Upon hearing the movements, she was on the verge of waking up. However, realizing that Timothy was carrying her in his arms, she shut her eyes again.
Mia’s heart raced as she listened to Timothy’s footsteps, yet she had no idea where he might be taking her.
Was he perhaps bringing her to a hotel?
At that moment, Mia heard Holly’s voice. “Sir, it seems that Mrs. Barrett is drunk. Would you like
me to prepare some chicken soup?”
*sure.”
With that subdued response, Timothy headed directly upstairs.
Mia realized that she had been brought back to the marital villa. Should she wake up or continue feigning sleep?
As Mia wrestled with her thoughts, she felt herself being gently placed on the bed.
Gazing down at Mia, Timothy removed his coat, having sweated a bit while carrying her.
He then proceeded straight to the bathroom, where the sound of running water soon echoed.
As the water flowed in the bathroom, Mia gradually opened her eyes. She found herself in the familiar bedroom of their marital home, a space she had personally decorated.
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Her emotions were all over the place. She hadn’t anticipated returning to their marital villa like this before finalizing their divorce.
In that instant, Mia’s phone rang.
She quickly picked it up and answered in a hushed tone, “Hello, Aunt Patricia.”
“Mia, why haven’t you returned? Where are you?”
“I’ll be working late at the studio, so I won’t be home until later. You go ahead and get some rest.
If anything comes up, I’ll call my brothers to give me a lift. Don’t worry.”
Having heard Mia’s assurance, Patricia didn’t delve further and promptly ended the call.
As Mia put down her phone, she noticed an apology text from Felix. When she tasted the whiskey earlier, she quickly realized that Janice had poured the wrong drink.
Mia couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Unsure of what to say, she decided not to respond.
Staring at the ceiling, Mia was caught in a dilemma once again. Should she wake up or continue
pretending to be asleep?
Just then, Holly knocked on the door and entered, asking. “Mrs. Barrett, are you awake? Having a
bowl of warm chicken soup might make you feel better.”
Now, there was no need for Mia to contemplate whether to wake up or not.
She mustered a smile and responded, “Certainly, thank you.”
Leaning against the headboard, Mia savored the chicken soup from the bowl.
Holly seemed to know Mia’s preferences quite well. After drinking the soup, Mia felt much better.
“Mrs. Barrett, I’ve prepared some snacks for you, including pieces of flatbread. Considering that
you may not have eaten much after drinking, feel free to help yourself if you feel hungry later.”
Holly suggested.
Hearing this, Mia couldn’t help but realize that she was indeed feeling hungry.
Despite being at the restaurant, she hadn’t eaten anything. Instead, she had only indulged in a glass of whiskey and ended up getting drunk.
Mia accepted the snacks and began eating. Being pregnant, she couldn’t afford to go hungry.
Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and Timothy emerged in a bathrobe.
As Timothy observed Mia on the bed, relishing her meal, a frown crept onto his face. His ongoing
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