Chapter 132 Morning Sunshine, A Room Full of Warmth
The next morning, the first rays of sunlight filled the room with warmth.
Brooklyn woke up.
As usual, she stretched her arms and moved her waist, but today, she found she couldn't move.
Slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted by Sebastian's perfect face. Brooklyn quickly looked down. Her nightgown was still on, but she was tightly held in his arms. How could she explain this?
Silently wiping her forehead, Brooklyn understood. She must have displayed her wild sleeping posture last night. When she and Kelly traveled together and shared a bed, Kelly had been kicked to the floor in the middle of the night.
Imagining what might have happened last night, Brooklyn bit her lip and cursed herself under her breath!
But when she looked up, the morning light revealed Sebastian's sleeping face. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his closed eyes were framed by thick lashes. Perhaps because he was more relaxed in sleep, even his usually cold face seemed to display a bit of warmth.
For the first time, she looked at him like this—her unfamiliar and distant husband.
Her thoughts were filled with him.
"Sebastian."
She called out softly, but he didn't respond, deeply asleep.
Playfully, she placed her finger under his nose to feel his breath. His warm breath on her finger felt comforting.
After indulging in the moment, Brooklyn carefully disengaged herself from his embrace, pulled her legs out, and got out of bed.
As she walked out of the bedroom, Savannah and Madison were wiping down the furniture in the living room, chatting and smiling.
Isabella saw Brooklyn awake and politely greeted her, "Good morning, Mrs. Kingsley. You're up early."
Brooklyn nodded and replied calmly, "Good morning."
Savannah and Madison also greeted her, and the living room fell silent with Brooklyn's presence as they continued their work quietly.
Brooklyn walked downstairs. "Has the newspaper arrived?"
"Yes, it's on the living room table. Mr. Kingsley likes to read it before breakfast," Isabella replied.
Brooklyn went straight to the table and opened the newspapers. She wanted to check on the Mitchell Group's status, hoping there were no changes.
Good, there was no news about the Mitchell Group. No news was good news.
But her fingers paused as her eyes landed on a large headline-MBK Group International Takes the Lead in Innovation, Mr. Brian Receives Special Recognition.
Reading further, the article clearly stated: MBK Group's International Executive President Tops the Domestic Wealth Rankings, Becoming the Youngest Billionaire.
Following that was a string of numbers representing Sebastian's current net worth.
Brooklyn counted the long string of zeros and smirked. "He truly is a seasoned capitalist, amassing wealth so effortlessly to become the richest man."
Now, she felt that Sebastian would become even more arrogant, and more women would try to seduce him.
She felt uneasy. The more outstanding Sebastian was, the greater the distance between them. She feared she wouldn't have the courage to stand by his side.
Leaving the newspaper, Brooklyn poured herself a glass of water. Thinking about Quinn being reprimanded, she casually asked, "Isabella, how are the family members at Kingsley Villa doing recently?"
Isabella reported truthfully, "Mr. Brian and Mr. Jennifer Kingsley are doing well. You seem concerned."
Brooklyn took a sip of water. "What about Mr. Quinn Kingsley?"
Isabella hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"What's wrong? Is there something you can't say?" Brooklyn prodded.
Isabella instructed Savannah and Madison, "Go check on the soup in the kitchen and organize the vegetables."
After sending them away, Isabella said, "Mr. Quinn Kingsley was beaten. He seems to be seriously injured. Mr. Brian forbade him from leaving the house and only allowed Dr. Adams to see him. When I went to attend to Mr. Quinn Kingsley, I saw blood on his clothes. I don't know what he did to anger Mr. Brian."
Brooklyn gripped the glass tightly. Brian was so ruthless, even to his child?
"Did Mr. Quinn Kingsley say anything?"
Quinn had been quiet these past few days, not bothering her. He must have been confined at the Kingsley family home. Thinking about it, Quinn seemed quite pitiful.
Isabella shook her head. "No, he didn't say anything, and we didn't dare to ask."
Brooklyn noticed Isabella's evasive eyes and guessed she knew more, but due to her position, she couldn't reveal it.
"That's all, and you can go back to your work," Brooklyn said.
After breakfast, Sebastian went to work, and Brooklyn prepared to focus on her thesis. Time was running out, and the end of the month was approaching.
She spent the morning reading and then opened her laptop to start her project when her phone rang.
She picked it up and held it between her shoulder and ear while typing. "Hello?"
There was no sound on the other end. She asked again, "Who is this?"
Still no response. "Speak up, or I'll hang up."
There was still no reply.
Brooklyn looked at the phone. It was an internet call with a long string of random numbers—probably the wrong number.
A moment later, Zach called.
"Dr. Mitchell, how's your arm?"
Hearing his gentle voice, Brooklyn felt relieved. "Much better. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Carter."
"It's my duty. You got injured because of the hospital. As your superior, I should check on you."
Zach sat at his desk, looking at a pot of Aspidistra that Piper had brought. But his first thought was that Brooklyn would be more suited to have it.
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