Chapter 134 Calling His Name in a Dream
Megan grabbed Brooklyn's hand, shoved a crystal item into it, and then the crystal item shattered on the ground!
As Megan reached the staircase, she began to cry, "Sebastian, you're finally back. I just came to see you, and Brooklyn got mad at me."
Predictably, Megan blamed Brooklyn entirely for breaking the crystal ornament and kept emphasizing that Brooklyn wanted to harm her and the baby.
Brooklyn was too tired of these clichés to even bother explaining.
Sebastian looked at the tearful Megan, worried about the baby in her belly. "Alright, I'll have someone buy you a new one."
Brooklyn locked eyes with Sebastian in astonishment. She thought he would at least ask her why she suddenly appeared here.
But he didn't.
His mistress was openly appearing in his legal wife's home. If others found out, wouldn't she be laughed at for a lifetime?
"This is not a small matter. Brooklyn simply can't tolerate me, let alone the baby. Sebastian, Auntie Jennifer asked me to come here to live with you so that our baby could have the father's company for prenatal education, but I didn't expect her to be here either."
Didn't know?
Mr. Kingsley thought of last night's phone call.
Megan was lying, and Brooklyn didn't explain.
Brooklyn held back her bitterness and grievances, smiling. "Ms. Turner, this is my home. If I'm not here, where should I be?"
"Why are you still so smug?! Don't think that just because your name is on the marriage certificate with Sebastian, you're truly the mistress of the Kingsley family. No one acknowledges you yet."
Sebastian frowned slightly and said to Megan, "Alright, enough."
Was this considered a form of protection?
"Stop talking, too," he then added a sentence to Brooklyn.
So, that's how it was.
After a bout of arguing, Brooklyn voluntarily asked to go to the guest room downstairs. She didn't care to compete with Megan for Sebastian.
On the contrary, from what she knew about Sebastian, the more they argued, the more annoyed he would get.
So, she chose to remain silent.
"Megan is pregnant and needs to rest well. Sebastian, take good care of her," Brooklyn said, then gracefully exited the bedroom, returned to the study, and continued typing with one hand. Divorce was inevitable; was it worth the effort to save their relationship?
But why did her heart hurt so much? Seeing Megan nestled in his arms, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
She worked for several hours, interrupted only when the maid called her for dinner. She used being busy as an excuse, ate a few bites, and left. Of course, she didn't want to see Megan's pretentious act of serving Sebastian food and feeding him at the dinner table.
What was more infuriating was that Sebastian didn't refuse.
Around ten o'clock at night, Brooklyn rubbed her sore neck. Her water cup was empty, so she got up to refill it. As she stepped out of the study, she heard Megan's laughter coming from the master bedroom.
"Sebastian, you're so naughty.
"The baby is still small. How could you feel it?
"You're tickling me too much, Sebastian."
The deliberately amplified intimate laughter painted a vivid picture of a loving couple enjoying the joy of communicating with the life inside the womb.
Brooklyn felt her eyes sting, tears almost falling. She tilted her head back, but the tears escaped, trickling down her cheeks. She hastily wiped them away, refilled her water, and closed the study door.
But even with the door closed, Megan's laughter still echoed in her ears. Brooklyn gripped the water cup tightly, tears falling onto the keyboard.
She was heartbroken but had nowhere to escape.
She opened a crack in the window, letting the night breeze blow the curtains and cool her down, clearing her mind.
The night was as dark as ink, and the emptiness felt so desolate.
Brooklyn researched until after eleven, too tired to continue, and fell asleep at her computer.
Sebastian walked out of the bedroom, noticing the light still on in the study.
Sebastian thought, 'So late, is she still in there?'
Sebastian hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. Under the desk lamp, Brooklyn was asleep, her arm pinned under her head.
He walked up behind her, and Brooklyn didn't react at all.
The computer screen was still on, displaying her thesis.
He frowned, 'Foolish woman, wouldn't it be better to stay by my side and live a life of luxury?'
But she insisted on being so strong-willed.
He quickly saved her work and shut down the computer.
He gently picked up Brooklyn and slowly walked down the stairs. She was so slender that he could barely feel her weight. He carried her to the bedroom on the first floor.
Brooklyn nestled in his arms, muttering something he couldn't hear clearly.
After a while, she mumbled again, "Sebastian."
His steps halted abruptly, stopping in the room as if struck by lightning. He listened carefully to her voice; she was calling his name in her dream!
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