Chapter 130 Mrs. Lawrence, so unsuccessful
Isabella couldn't describe how she felt inside. Until when will Sebastian continue to torment her like this?
He should have stayed with Lynda, why return to Willow Brook Estate?
Just as he let Bob go, dealing with her a fatal blow, now he comes and offers her a piece of candy?
This... This makes her both love him and hate him.
As the door was pushed open, Isabella turned over and closed her eyes.
Sebastian walked in, and upon seeing the figure under the soft feather quilt on the big bed, his hollow feeling suddenly seemed to be filled.
A dim table lamp, a bed, and her.
Is she... asleep?
Sebastian moved quietly, turned around to gently close the door, and slowed down his steps as he walked to the bedside.
He didn't do anything, just stood silently.
After a while, he spoke, "I know you're not asleep yet."
No response.
"I'm curious about how I know..." Sebastian continued, "Your breathing is off."
"Isabella, I've seen you sleeping many times. So, I already know when you were truly asleep and when you were pretending."
"If you don't want to acknowledge me, then go ahead and continue sleeping as if I said nothing."
Sebastian stood silently for a while again, seeing the figure facing away from him, motionless, a touch of sadness in his brows and eyes.
However, he didn't say anything else, turned around, and walked into the bathroom.
Isabella closed her eyes.
The pinnacle of pretending to sleep is... when even you think you're asleep.
But she knew, this night was destined to be sleepless.
Sebastian finished showering and came out with the faint scent of bath products on him. He changed into silk pajamas, losing the stern and distant feeling that came with wearing a suit in the daytime.
He climbed onto the bed and lay down. When he turned off the light, he still glanced at Isabella beside him.
She continued to sleep in a side position, motionless.
The last lamp went out, and darkness filled the spacious master bedroom.
The bed slightly sank, then there was no more movement.
Sebastian lay down.
Truly, it's unimaginable how he could maintain his composure and lie down next to that woman after taking care of her, sending her home personally after everything.
Different dreams in the same bed.
In this moment, Isabella truly understood the meaning of these four words.
A tear slid down from the corner of her eye, concealed in her hair, then disappeared.
Isabella raised her hand and gently wiped it away.
Sleep... What else can she do?
How much better would her life be if she had never met Sebastian?
Perhaps the Wallace family would have gone bankrupt, perhaps her grandmother wouldn't have had enough money for treatment, and perhaps she...
Living a nomadic life, however, at the very least, this heart shouldn't ache like it does now.
Oh, Sebastian... why on earth did I have to meet you?
And why, out of everyone, did you have to choose me to be your Mrs. Lawrence?
Unable to sleep all night, Isabella finally fell asleep in a daze when dawn was approaching.
It felt like she hadn't slept for long when she sensed some movement beside her.
Isabella opened her eyes and met Sebastian's gaze perfectly. He stood by the bed wearing pajamas, his hair slightly messy, apparently just having woken up.
She quickly closed her eyes again, furrowing her brows, and asked, "What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty."
"Oh..."
Isabella pulled the covers up, covering half of her face.
"I should go to work."
She wanted to get up, but her body felt weak. She was mentally and physically exhausted and felt a discomfort in her throat.
As soon as she sat up, she felt dizzy.
Sebastian noticed something was wrong with her and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"A little dizzy," Isabella replied.
"Probably because I didn't sleep well."
It was almost dawn, and she had just fallen asleep in a daze.
It was strange to expect her to be energetic.
"Rest up," Sebastian said as he walked towards the bathroom.
"Take a day off."
After listening, Isabella fell silent for a few seconds and said, "Okay."
Then she lay back down again, thinking that taking a day off might not be a bad idea.
She could catch up on some sleep. Besides, there didn't seem to be much work at the company these days.
If Sebastian was busy, she was busy, and if he wasn't busy, she wasn't either. Isabella pulled the covers up again and drifted off to sleep.
When Sebastian walked out of the master bedroom, he glanced at her with a complicated expression.
However, he gently closed the door, afraid of waking her up.
This woman... always seems to be a heavy sleeper. She gets woken up by the alarm clock every day and always lingers in bed before reluctantly getting up, without any energy at all.
Truly a little lazy, bug.
Sebastian went downstairs, and the butler looked at him, then glanced upstairs.
"Mr. Lawrence..."
"Don't look, she's still asleep."
"Then..."
"She's taking a day off today," Sebastian said, cupping his hand over his mouth and coughing lightly.
"Don't disturb her."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence. Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing," he replied.
"Bring me a cup of black coffee."
"Of course."
Sebastian turned and walked towards the dining room, coughing a few more times. The butler was somewhat worried.
"Mr. Lawrence, are you catching a cold? Did you catch a chill last night when you went to see Miss Lynda?"
"I told you I'm fine."
However, throughout the morning, Sebastian's cough reverberated in the dining room from time to time.
The butler noticed that he seemed unwell, possibly catching a cold, but remembering the news he had just heard, hesitated and decided not to say anything.
It would be better not to add to Mr. Lawrence's troubles with this matter.
When Isabella woke up, it was already noon... or more accurately, she woke up hungry.
As she came downstairs, the butler, avoiding eye contact, said, "Madam."
She smiled. "Good morning... oh, No, good afternoon, Butler. You don't have to be so polite and respectful to me. You know, I have been a failure as Mrs. Lawrence."
"But you are still the madam."
"I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
"Yes, yes, there is." The butler nodded.
"We have always kept some food for you, just waiting for you to wake up, so you can eat anytime."
"Thank you."
The butler followed behind Isabella, chattering about daily affairs.
"Mr. Lawrence said that you should rest today and instructed us not to disturb you. If you want to visit the old lady at the hospital, I can arrange it immediately."
"Mr. Lawrence didn't eat much in the morning. He still has half of an egg left, but he finished all his coffee... He also has a cough. It seems he caught a cold last night."
Isabella listened absentmindedly.
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