Chapter 110 Do you want to share a room with me?
In the evening, at Willowbrook Estate.
The butler instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner and then glanced upstairs.
Although Mr. Lawrence and his wife went out together and came back together, it seems... they have grown distant.
From now on, the atmosphere in this house will not be too pleasant.
Isabella changed into loose and comfortable clothes for staying at home, went downstairs, and casually tied her hair back.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, holding a laptop, and her fingers tapped continuously on the keyboard.
Before long, Sebastian also came downstairs.
He glanced at Isabella, pursed his thin lips, but didn't say anything.
"Mr. Lawrence," the butler spoke up, "dinner is ready. Do you have any additional dishes you would like?"
"Anything is fine."
"Alright," the butler turned to Isabella, "And what about you, ma'am?"
"I'm okay. Since we're trying to conceive, didn't the nutritionist give me a special recipe? Just follow that."
"Yes, ma'am."
As the butler was about to leave, unexpectedly caught between Mr. Lawrence and his wife, Isabella added, "Oh, by the way, could you have someone tidy up the guest room?"
"The guest... room?"
"Yes, any room will do. I'm not asking for much, as long as it's livable."
The butler dared not speak and simply looked at Sebastian.
Sebastian waved his hand, "Go do your job."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Lawrence."
The butler hastily left. With this situation as it is now, whoever stays behind will be in trouble!
Everything was fine, but now the wife wanted to tidy up the guest room and sleep separately from Mr. Lawrence?
Sebastian walked up to Isabella, but she kept staring at her computer without looking at him.
He reached out, promptly closed her laptop, picked it up, and threw it aside in one swift motion.
"What are you doing?" Isabella raised her head. "Throwing another one of your tantrums, young master?"
"Explain it clearly."
"What do you mean, explain clearly? Are you blaming me for something?"
"Why tidy up the guest room? Huh?" Sebastian looked down at her condescendingly. "Do you want to share a room with me?"
Isabella leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed. "That's quite a statement. If we're not trying to conceive, I don't think we need to sleep in the same room."
"Why?"
"Avoiding familiarity, as it breeds contempt, right? Why bother?" she replied. "It would be better to sleep comfortably and freely."
Sebastian frowned, "Do you dislike me?"
Isabella didn't answer, only saying, "You go to Willowbrook Estate on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Lynda's place on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. You've divided your time so well and evenly, so..."
Sebastian bent down, reached out, and grasped her shoulders, lifting her up from the couch.
Sebastian looked into her eyes, "When did I say that I would be at Willowbrook Estate on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and at her place on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?"
"Oh, really? So, you’ll be by Lynda's side from Monday to Saturday and only return to Willowbrook Estate on Sundays to make babies with me?" Isabella spoke before Sebastian could reply.
Without waiting for Sebastian's response, Isabella continued, "If it's only once a week, the chances of getting pregnant will be very low. Sebastian, shouldn’t you reconsider and rearrange your schedule?"
Watching her talk incessantly with such infuriating words, Sebastian felt the urge to strangle her.
"Isabella!" he snapped coldly, "Shut up!"
She obediently fell silent and just stared at him.
However, her eyes no longer held the cautiousness, the mischievousness, or the gleam they once had.
Isabella appeared calm, as though... nothing mattered anymore.
It seemed she didn't care about provoking his anger.
"I'm making room for Lynda," she said. "One day, she will move in. It's better to do it voluntarily than to be driven away, so it won't be awkward or embarrassing, right?"
"Put your excuses away. You don't want to sleep with me? Do you think I'm... dirty?"
"How could you say that? After all, I'm not exactly clean either," Isabella replied, laughing. "For money, for the family, one can sell their marriage and uterus, right?"
Her words and attitude only further enraged Sebastian.
Does Isabella think that he and Lynda... have already done everything?
But in reality, they haven't done anything.
Nothing has happened between him and Lynda.
Nevertheless, in the current situation, Sebastian had no intention of explaining any of this to Isabella.
"Are you mocking yourself or mocking me?" Sebastian asked, his anger growing. "Ever since Lynda returned, you've been acting abnormal!"
"I see, so you've noticed!" Isabella met his gaze. "I also feel it. I'm adjusting, trying my best not to be like this. Give me some time, I can..."
Sebastian let go of her and his hands hung by his sides. "You live wherever I allow you to live. Until I tell you to move to the guest room, you'll stay in the master bedroom obediently!"
Isabella slumped back onto the couch, looking up at him.
Many words lingered on her lips, eager to be spoken, but she knew it was best not to say them.
If she spoke, she would lose.
Sebastian had already noticed her abnormality, and she herself loathed this version of herself.
Isn't Lynda just one person? Isn't she the woman he adored? What's so special about her!
Why did Isabella have to make herself resemble a resentful woman like this!
"Alright then. I'll listen to you."
Isabella nodded, "Then we won't tidy up. Carrying a child for ten months, and with such active preparations for conception now, if everything goes smoothly, I will stay here for at most another year."
Just a year, blink of an eye, it will pass quickly, won't it?
But a year is 365 days, and every single day...she will have to endure it like this, which truly feels agonizing.
Sebastian asked, "Have you calculated the days?"
"Do I need to?" Isabella replied. "Carrying a child for ten months is common knowledge. Unless you can't, or unless I can't get pregnant, a year is truly enough."
Speaking of which, it really is just a year.
Afterward, her interaction with Sebastian will come to an end.
He has his goals and his own life, and she has her own excitement.
Sebastian's gaze carried a hint of complexity, which Isabella couldn't understand, nor did she want to.
Seeing Sebastian still standing in front of her, she asked, "If there isn’t anything else, please return my notebook to me. "
"Isabella, do you intend to face me with this attitude throughout the coming year?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with my attitude."
He pursed his lips, feeling a stronger urge to strangle her neck.
"Mr. Lawrence," at this moment, a servant suddenly rushed in hurriedly, "There is a visitor."
Sebastian didn't even look at her, his eyes still fixed on Isabella as he asked, "Who?"
"It's...Miss Lynda."
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