Chapter 363 Mr. Lawrence came back around seven o'clock
At the doorway, Sebastian paused. Behind him, Joshua exhaled, hesitant to say something, but ultimately failed to do so.
Sebastian didn't say anything either and walked out. Leaving the hospital, he got into his car and slumped into the driver's seat.
After a while, Sebastian pulled himself together and picked up his phone. "Keep an eye on the hospital. Report to me immediately if Joshua goes anywhere."
On the second floor of the hospital, Joshua stood by the window, his eyes stinging as he watched Sebastian's car drive away. He muttered, "I'm sorry I lied to you."
A bit later, Joshua sent a text: [Cancel the flight to Maple Valley and change it to tomorrow.]
Since Sebastian was leaving on the next flight, Joshua decided to stay put. Sebastian was sharp; if he wasn't careful, he'd get caught.
A day wouldn't make much difference. He just wanted to watch Brittany from afar.
Joshua smiled bitterly and took out the bookmark he had stolen from Maple Valley University, staring at it.
He gently traced the name "Brittany" written on it, his eyes filled with longing.
Soon, Joshua would see Brittany.
He stared at the bookmark for who knows how long before looking out the window.
A plane was soaring into the sky.
Willowbrook Estate, 6 AM.
The alarm clock had just sounded once before a slender finger turned it off.
Isabella's eyelashes fluttered for a moment before she went back to sleep.
Sebastian hurried back, turned off the alarm, and looked at Isabella's peaceful face, feeling his heart calm.
After changing into comfortable clothes, Sebastian lay down beside Isabella.
Almost immediately, a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist, and a head leaned against him.
Sebastian's heart softened, and he hugged Isabella.
In her sleep, Isabella felt a warm chest against her. She nestled into the embrace and murmured, "You're back. I missed you."
Sebastian gently replied, "Yes, I'm back."
She was deeply asleep, speaking subconsciously, not expecting a reply, so she didn't hear him.
Around eleven in the morning, Isabella woke up from a beautiful dream.
She stretched, picked up her phone, and was stunned. How was it already eleven?
After a moment, Isabella came to her senses, a smile tugging at her lips, her cheeks slightly flushed.
The dream was too wonderful. She had dreamt that Sebastian had come home, and they hugged each other.
The simple warmth was so beautiful that Isabella didn't want to wake up.
She never knew she could miss someone this much. Her face felt slightly hot.
She cleared her throat, rubbed her face, and looked at the spot beside her.
With one glance, Isabella noticed something unusual. The bedsheet was a bit wrinkled as if someone had slept on it.
Logically, if no one slept beside her, it shouldn't be this wrinkled.
Could Sebastian have really come back?
Isabella's heartbeat quickened.
She got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and quickly ran out of the bedroom. She first checked the study, but no one was there. Then she looked downstairs but didn't see Sebastian either.
Isabella's bright eyes slowly dimmed.
"Ma'am, you're awake?" A maid looked up and smiled at her. "Mr. Lawrence really knows you well. He said you'd wake up around this time, and he was right. Why don't you freshen up? I'll have the restaurant prepare lunch."
Isabella's disappointment vanished, and her eyes lit up instantly. "Is he back?"
"Yes," the maid replied. "Mr. Lawrence returned around seven and went to the office about an hour ago."
"Okay, got it. Have the restaurant pack lunch; I'm going to the office." Isabella smiled brightly and headed back to the bedroom.
She moved quickly, and in about twenty minutes, she was ready.
The weather was a bit chilly, so she dressed simply in jeans and a beige top, comfortable and casual.
Of course, Isabella added a little accessory.
After all, she was going to see her beloved husband.
She was over three months pregnant, nearly four, and with twins. Her pregnancy was very noticeable, her belly clearly protruding.
So she used loose clothing to cover it.
Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Isabella turned around and felt satisfied. With this cover, she looked quite slim!
Thinking about seeing Sebastian soon, Isabella felt great. From the bedroom to the kitchen to the car, her smile never faded.
Jackson, infected by her good mood, fittingly played a song.
The melodious music drifted outside the car. Carl heard it and said to Ruth, who was trimming the plants nearby, "Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence have been getting along really well lately."
Ruth smiled sincerely and said, "Yes, I hope they stay happy like this forever."
"They will, definitely." Carl managed the entire Willowbrook Estate and was busy with various tasks. He gave a simple response and went back to work.
Meanwhile, Ruth, who had just spoken to her, slowly left, found a safe and hidden spot, and sent a message: [She has left for the Lawrence Group.]
The message was quickly sent and confirmed as received. Ruth immediately deleted it, then lowered her head, picked up the scissors, and continued her usual trimming work.
Far away at the garden villa, Lynda received the message and smiled darkly.
She immediately informed Grace of the news.
However, she slightly altered it: [The identity issue is resolved. Leave as soon as possible. Don't mess with Isabella; you can't afford to. Stay away from her.]
Lynda knew that Grace had been lurking near Willowbrook Estate recently. Unfortunately, for nearly a month, Isabella hadn't gone out.
Since Isabella was finally willing to come out, she had to inform Grace.
Grace: [You're a coward. I'm not, you jerk!]
Seeing Grace's reply, Lynda's smile carried a sense of inevitable victory.
She switched to her regular phone and contacted Samuel, "Samuel, have lunch with me. I'll send you the address."
Lynda's voice softened, her tone rising, and the wind blew it away, dispersing it into the air, as if nothing had happened.
Isabella sneezed, rubbed her nose, and leaned back in the car seat. She was already in a great mood, and the song playing matched her feelings perfectly. She tapped her fingers on the seat beside her in time with the music.
Her phone kept vibrating.
Isabella opened Facebook.
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