Filed to story: Mia Bowen and Timothy Barrett Novel
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
Upon seeing Timothy, Holly promptly exited the bedroom, considerately closing the door behind her.
Catching sight.of Timothy, Mia paused and met his gaze. “Um, I’ll make sure not to spill any food on the bed while eating.”
She was well aware of Timothy’s disdain for messiness, particularly when it came to eating in bed -a habit he wouldn’t tolerate.
However, her hunger took precedence, and she couldn’t afford to dwell on it too much at the moment.
When a pregnant woman was hungry, nothing could stand in her way. Besides, the two little ones. within her belly seemed indifferent to any inconveniences and were already expressing their discontent.
Timothy stood beside the bed, his dark hair still slightly damp.
Some of the shorter strands draped across his forehead, softening his expression and imparting an aura of grace and sophistication, reminiscent of a distinguished young gentleman.
His bathrobe hung loosely, unveiling a well¨Cdefined chest. Mia couldn’t help but observe a droplet of water sliding down from his chest, vanishing into the depths of his robe.
As Mia glanced at Timothy before her, she found herself inexplicably swallowing her saliva.
Timothy lowered his gaze and spoke in a subdued tone, “It seems like things are progressing quite well between you and Felix. You’ve even had the opportunity to meet each other’s parents.”
Caught off guard by his words, Mia momentarily pursed her lips before responding. “It’s not what you think. Last time, Felix got injured because of me, so I invited him to dinner to show my gratitude.
“As for his mother, she just happened to drop by to bring Felix some food, and that’s how we ended up having a meal together.”
After all, Mia and Felix were not romantically involved, let alone at the stage of introducing each other to their respective parents.
After hearing her explanation, the shadow in Timothy’s eyes lifted. It seemed like there was more to the situation than he initially believed.
Timothy’s voice deepened as he inquired, “So, do I deserve a meal too? Who was it that rescued
Setting aside the snack in her hand, Mia responded, “Well, considering your busy schedule, I assumed you wouldn’t have time for a meal.”
“I think it’s best to keep my gratitude private. Nonetheless, I wish you a successful career and a peaceful life,” she expressed,
Mia’s words triggered a sense of frustration in Timothy. She had extended the invitation to Felix but seemed hesitant when it came to him. The contrast left him feeling somewhat unappreciated.
Timothy couldn’t shake the feeling that Mia was a trial sent by fate to test him.
Suppressing his displeasure, Timothy suggested, “Have you ever thought about switching companies?
“Remaining in a small studio might not be the best for your career. Plus, Felix doesn’t strike me as a trustworthy person.”
To Timothy, both Janice and Felix seemed dubious, with Felix standing out as particularly questionable.
His roving eyes and concealed intentions were transparent. Did he really think that others couldn’t see through his facade?
Timothy could sense that Felix harbored ulterior motives toward Mia. If she were to continue working at his studio, who knew what kind of situations she might encounter in the future?
Mia hesitated for a moment before answering, “Not now.”
Expressing his frustration, Timothy asked, “Is Felix so important to you that you can’t bear to leave?”
Lowering her gaze, she responded, “Feel free to think whatever you wart.”
Unbeknownst to Timothy, Mia would be leaving Bern City and relocating to Nord City in a few months.
Perhaps resigning from the studio would be much easier compared to leaving a position in a large company.
“Mia, if it weren’t for Grandma’s sake, I wouldn’t even bother caring about you.”
Furious, Timothy stormed toward the walk¨Cin closet, apprehensive about engaging in further conversation with Mia.
Alone on the bed, Mia silently polished off all the snacks on the plate.
20:
Wiping the corners of her mouth, she lay on the bed, relishing a sense of satisfaction.
The effects of the alcohol still lingered, leaving her slightly dizzy and drowsy. All she desired was to recline and rest for a while.
As Timothy returned, dressed in a new suit, he noticed Mia peacefully asleep on the bed. Her summer dress had ridden up, revealing her slender legs.
Timothy’s gaze lingered on her legs. If he had been unaware of Mia’s recent drinking, he might have assumed she was intentionally trying to seduce him.
Ever since he proposed their divorce, Mia had undergone a significant transformation. Each interaction left him frustrated, yet powerless to address it.
After observing her for a while, Timothy silently exited the bedroom.
He directed Holly outside, “Once she wakes up, prepare some food to help her sober up. Make sure she learns her lesson.”
“I understand, sir. You can rest assured. I’ll take good care of Mrs. Barrett.”
Hearing the title “Mrs. Barrett,” Timothy fell silent and exited the villa.
Heath stood outside, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Despite his apprehension, he refrained from entering. All he could do was wait for Timothy to emerge.
When Heath saw Timothy, he was overjoyed. “Sir, the meeting has commenced as scheduled. I’ve notified everyone that it has transitioned to a video conference. The laptop in the car is ready for you.”
“Okay.”
Timothy crouched to enter the car, promptly opening his laptop to join the ongoing meeting.
Had it not been for Mia today, he wouldn’t have experienced such a significant delay.
Upon waking up, Mia yawned and rose from the bed. She had initially intended to take a short nap, but somehow drifted into a deep, restful slumber.
Glancing at her phone, Mia realized that it was already evening.
Fortunately, she had notified Patricia about her extended work hours. If her brothers had discovered her indulging in whiskey during the daytime, she would undoubtedly have faced some serious consequences.
“Mrs. Barrett, are you awake?”
Holly entered the room, holding a refreshing glass of lemon water. “Having some water will make you feel better. What are your dinner preferences? I’d be happy to prepare something for you.”
Taking a sip of the lemon¨Cinfused water, Mia instantly felt more alert. “You don’t need to go
She believed it would be in her best interest to leave as soon as possible.
Considering that she and Timothy were on the verge of finalizing their divorce, remaining here seemed inappropriate.
As Mia rose to leave, Holly hesitated for a moment before requesting. “Mrs. Barrett, now that you’re back, could you lend me a hand with something?”
“I’ve been away for quite some time. What could I possibly help you with?”
Holly appeared somewhat distressed as she shared, “I’ve been responsible for organizing Mr. Barrett’s walk¨Cin closet for a while now, but no matter how I arrange things, I always end up receiving criticism. It seems like Mr. Barrett is never satisfied.”
Mia sighed, empathizing with Holly’s situation. After all, in the initial stages of their relationship, she, too, had to gradually understand Timothy’s preferences.
Entering the walk¨Cin closet, Mia gazed at the familiar layout. This space was where she had dedicated three years of hard work, and every nook and cranny held a sense of familiarity to her.
Mia calmly explained, “In the event of bad weather, choose this color for his inner layer and tie. Conversely, when the weather is pleasant, opt for this color for his suit jacket.
“If his mood is low, go for this combination, but if he’s in good spirits, stick with the outfit suitable for good weather.”
“Mrs. Barrett, I can easily determine if the weather is good or bad, but how can I discern Mr.
Barrett’s mood?”
This question momentarily puzzled Mia. She responded candidly. “In that scenario, prepare two sets of outfits and let him choose.
“Avoid making decisions on his behalf. He’s picky, domineering, and difficult to please. Regardless of your choice, it seems he won’t be satisfied.”
“Mia, have you been talking about me like this behind my back?” a voice behind them echoed.
Suddenly, the atmosphere turned eerily quiet. Holly’s face displayed a fearful expression as she stuttered, “Sir?”
Mia clicked her tongue in frustration, realizing that today hadn’t unfolded as smoothly as she had hoped.
Originally intending to work some extra hours at the studio, she unexpectedly came across Felix and Janice sharing a meal.