Chapter 7
Chapter 7: That Person’s Messenger
Emma was serving rice in the kitchen. After preparing it, she sat down at the dining table. “Time for dinner; I’m hungry.“>
Sitting across from her was Luc, silent and focused. His warm, expressive eyes were fixed on her face, causing her a bit of discomfort. To break the silence, she spoke up, “Mayline made the dinner you like.“>
Emma only said this much and fell silent. Without her usual chatter, Luc felt a strange distance between them. “Go to the old mansion tomorrow. Bring some oatmeal porridge for Grandma before you go.“”
“Isn’t there a housekeeper at the old mansion?”
“Grandma likes the porridge you make. Her cholesterol is a bit high; she needs to drink more oatmeal porridge.”
Emma felt a surge of frustration. Family or not, it seemed like both he and his grandmother viewed her as nothing more than a caretaker.
“Mayline, please prepare a pot of oatmeal porridge tomorrow morning. I’ll take it to the old mansion.”
Mayline, who was still in the kitchen, was about to respond when Luc interjected sharply, “Emma! What kind of attitude is this? Grandma specifically wants the one you make, and you want to pass it off to Mayline?“>
Did she hold so little value in Luc’s eyes? She could make stew for him and porridge for his grandmother as if that was the only reason he had agreed to marry her in the first place.
It was true–why waste a free maid? When that woman from overseas returned, her worth was easily replaced, and he handed her the divorce papers without a second thought.”
In her previous life, she had been so eager to surprise him with the news of her pregnancy, but during those two days of silence, Luc had blocked her on Messenger and blacklisted her number. She couldn’t reach him, and her surprise never got through. Instead, he managed to give her a “surprise” of his own.”
Luc, sitting opposite her, was unaware of the emotional storm brewing inside her. He was just irritated that she wasn’t responding to him, as if she hadn’t heard him at all. Anger flickered in his eyes, making them glint with frustration.
“If you’re still mad at me for not being there when you were sick the other day, your anger should have faded by now. It’s been days.”
Emma looked at him with a faint smile, a trace of coldness on her lips. She had perfect vision; how could she have been so blind? Choosing such an arrogant and indifferent man? No, he wasn’t entirely heartless; he had shown affection and patience toward Emma. He was just heartless toward her.
The cold smile on her lips gradually faded as she stared at the man she had loved for almost four years, trying to see into his heart.
Luc was unsettled by Emma’s strange gaze. “Are you deaf or dumb?”
Emma chuckled lightly. “Isn’t it you who said, ‘One should not speak while eating‘?“}
Luc was momentarily speechless, his face turning pale as veins throbbed at his temples.
Emma still wore a faint smile, one as delicate as a feather but filled with icy disdain.
Luc suddenly felt a wave of discomfort wash over him. Was she trying to catch his attention by acting this way? Was this some idea from her friends? She had always been
enthusiastic about him before, but now she was cold and distant. Very well, he was paying more attention to her now, but this method only made him despise her more.
Just as he was about to get angry again, his phone vibrated. A message notification popped up on Messenger. He opened it, and Emma caught sight of the avatar–a
backpack, similar to Luc’s own Messenger avatar, ‘WiththeLight‘–a couple’s edition. Hadn’t they both used those couple avatars?”
The message list showed a red number 3, indicating three consecutive messages had been sent. Thanks to her sharp vision, she read one of the messages: “Luc, I miss
you…”
Emma felt a sharp pain in her heart as if it had been pierced. Her fingers tightened around the spoon, and her breath
grew shallow.
Seeing that the message was from that person and noticing the text, Luc quickly picked up his phone and stood up, looking uneasy as he left the dining table. Just as he turned, Emma caught a flicker of passion in his eyes, which suffocated her heart, already wounded from countless blows.
The spoon slipped from her hand. She stared at the untouched dishes on the table, unable to eat, and simply sat there, blankly staring into space. When she noticed the lights outside had turned on, she realized it was already 8 p.m. Luc had been in his study for over an hour with his phone. He was certainly patient with that person. In the past, when she had messaged him, it took hours, even days, for him to reply. Only when she sent voice messages did he respond with a simple “hmm” or “busy.“>
But now, he was attentively pondering over his reply in the study.
“Emma…” Mayline approached her, noticing that her plate was still mostly full. “Should I heat the dishes?”
Emma lowered her eyes, hiding the redness around them, unwilling to show her vulnerability to Mayline. “No need, I’m full.“@
“Do you want me to prepare oatmeal porridge for you in advance tomorrow?”
Emma paused slightly, then whispered, “Yes, please, Mayline. But don’t let Luc know.”
“Okay.” Mayline looked at Emma with understanding. It was high time Emma prioritized herself over the Taylor family, who never appreciated her efforts. Why should she keep trying to please them??
Emma returned to her room, took a bath, and then went to bed, scrolling through her Messenger. She saw a post about a ‘high school reunion‘ from Lisa. With emotional text and pictures, she liked the post and commented, “What made you think of a class reunion?”
A few seconds later, a video chat invite from Lisa popped up. “Hey, my dear Emma, you can’t miss this high school reunion. Even though you’re married, you can’t just stay home playing the role of the perfect wife!”
“What’s wrong? You seem a bit off. Who upset you?”
Emma playfully widened her eyes. “What are you talking about? When have I ever been unhappy?”
“Lower your phone a bit; tilt the camera down.“”
‘Following her instructions, Emma lowered the angle, only to hear a scream from the other end: “Emma! Why are you wearing that cartoon nightgown again?! What happened
to the slip dress?”
