Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

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Chapter 0110

No one was home. I went back to the bedroom to get changed before heading out to meet Nicholas.

Once I opened the wardrobe, I realized my clothes were crumpled and shoved into a corner at the bottom, while Claudia's clothes were hung neatly. Nicholas's clothes were right next to hers.

Only then did I realize that one could be hurt without being beaten or insulted. Replacing one's clothes with a few pretty garments could easily do the work.

Bundling up my disappointment along with the wrinkled clothes, I tossed them into the laundry basket. I wouldn't allow myself to ponder about such things after Mom's passing. I only had to remember my goal, and I could sacrifice everything else.

I had no choice but to go to the dressing room downstairs. I purposely chose a dress, but it looked rather conservative.

As I studied my reflection in the mirror, I thought this was enough for Nicholas. I might scare him off if I went any bolder.

Wendy seemed to have planted a tracking device on me. Just as I was about to head, the scent of herbal tonic wafted through the air.

I frowned, wondering how I ever managed to down such disgusting stuff. Even after years of taking it, I still failed to conceive a child for him. And now, this possibility was completely off the table.

Pinching my nose with one hand, I swatted the air around me with the other to dispel the smell.

"Wendy, you don't have to prepare the herbal tonic anymore. If Mr. Hawk insists on it, just pour it away in secret. I don't want to drink it."

is Mr. Hawk's way of

at me, but I couldn't share her joy. "No matter how sweet he is, this is still

her slapping her thigh

sense of gloom settled over me. Only Wendy treated me like

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decided to be an hour late for my

Ms. Gardner looked surprised when I turned up. "Mrs. Hawk, what brings

didn't come to

Claudia must've kept him busy. Drawing in a deep breath, I

agreed to meet today.

have to

of the coat

shot up from the couch. My gaze drifted from his face to the table in

company. By noon, I ordered takeout for him again,

containers. I lowered my gaze, regret palpable in my voice as I murmured, "This one's cold

and fixed his searing gaze on me. "I've

wrenched my hand out of his grip and threw the containers into the trash can. "Are you heading home?

and cupped my chin. The next

my lips, his voice muffled against them as he continued, "I still

Our

squeezed his fingers gently, trying to show him my