Chapter 392 Business Trip
I noticed a conflicted look in his eyes, but I simply nodded at him without saying anything, as I was still feeling uncomfortable about his statement earlier.
After Ronan left, Michael maintained that indifferent look in his eyes and continued playing with the baby in my arms.
As the tension in the ward grew increasingly tense, Michael broke the silence by asking, “What did he say to you?”
His tone was neutral. I couldn’t read his emotions at all.
I began panicking a little when I recalled what Ronan had said about protecting the woman he liked.
There’s no way I could ever tell Michael that! Things are already tense between us, so he’d definitely get mad if he knew what Ronan had said to me!
“Nothing much, really. He just came by to check on me and the baby. Told me to take care and rest well, that’s all,” I replied with my head held low and a faint smile on my face.
Even so, I felt really nervous, as Michael had always been able to see through all of my lies.
Michael arched his eyebrow and raised his voice slightly as he asked, “Is that really all?”
“Yeah, that’s all. What else is there for us to talk about?”
I continued to avoid his gaze for fear of him seeing through my lie.
“Remember, you can only be mine no matter what. Ronan will only be your cousin-in-law at best,” Michael said sternly while staring straight into my eyes.
Although he was obviously giving me a warning, I found myself getting a little excited when I heard that. Is Michael trying to tell me that he doesn’t plan on leaving me?
With that in mind, I flashed him a smile and said, “I know. I will be yours alone for the rest of my life.”
Resting my head against his shoulder, I tried my best to enjoy the moment we were having.
Even if Michael hadn’t reminded me, I would’ve known to carry myself appropriately anyway. Being his woman, I wanted nothing more than to stay by his side for the rest of my life.
Michael barely returned to the office after I got discharged from the hospital. He had his secretary deliver most of his documents to the mansion and would spend all of his time outside of work keeping me and our child company. As long as Michael could stay by our side, all the pain and suffering I had gone through was worth it.
I got so carried away by the happiness of having my husband and child by my side that I never considered the possibility of us being separated in the future.
It had almost been a month since my baby was born, and Michael had been meticulously looking after us both the whole time.
After getting my baby to fall asleep, I carefully placed him in the crib before climbing into bed with Michael.
Ever since our baby was born, Michael had moved back into our bedroom and no longer went to his study, much to my delight.
“I’ll be leaving for a business trip tomorrow.”
Michael’s deep and sexy voice rang out.
I turned around and stared longingly at his handsome face as I asked, “Where will you be going?”
“Anglandur. I might be gone for quite a while. As for that question you asked after delivery that day, I will provide you with an answer,” Michael replied while looking straight into my eyes.
Obviously, he was referring to my question about us going back to how we were in the past.
So, he still remembers my question? And here I thought he’s been actually proving himself through his actions during this one month, but it looks like I was wrong…
With that in mind, I asked nervously, “Okay. How long will you be staying there? A week? Two weeks?”
As I had grown dependent on him, the mere thought of not being able to see him for a long time made me incredibly uneasy.
“It depends. I’ll let you know the details when I get there,” Michael said and closed his eyes after that.
Tons of conflicting thoughts kept racing through my head as I stared at him in silence. Why would he suddenly say he wants to give me an answer? Hasn’t he done enough in the past few weeks to prove his point?
I ended up being barely able to sleep that night. Michael got up really early the next morning to pack his suitcase.
Knowing that he would be leaving that day, I decided to get out of bed and help him pack. That was when I realized I couldn’t stand being away from him for even just a minute.
“Give me a call once you get there, okay?” I reminded him softly while packing his clothes into the suitcase.
“Okay,” he mumbled.
The entire mansion felt incredibly empty after Michael left. The housekeeper and the caregiver were the only people I had left to keep me company.
For some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen during his absence.
Fortunately, the next two days went by rather peacefully. The caregiver had taught me a lot of useful information about looking after my baby.
However, that brief moment of peace was soon interrupted when Lincoln dropped by at the mansion.
I knew full well that his attitude toward me had changed completely. He was no longer gentle and nice to me like before, thinking I was the one who had put Josephine in a vegetative state. An intense hatred was all that he felt whenever he saw me. Had it not been for me, Josephine would have still been perfectly fine by his side instead of lying in a hospital bed. Even so, I naively assumed he had simply come over to have a look at my baby.
“Hello, Dad,” I greeted him softly.
Lincoln simply sat down in the living room and didn’t seem like he would be leaving soon.
“I came here today to see your child and to inform you of something.”
The look in his eyes was just as cold as the tone of his voice.
“What is it, Dad? I’m listening,” I asked respectfully when I heard he had something to tell me.
Lincoln shot me a glance before retrieving a document from the man standing behind him. He placed the document on the coffee table nearby and motioned at me to have a look at it.
I wasn’t really sure why, but I had a terrible feeling about everything. With a confused frown on my face, I walked up to the coffee table and picked up the document.
A sharp pain tore through my heart the moment I saw the words “Divorce Agreement” written on the first page, and my body began trembling uncontrollably.
“W-What is this, Dad?” I asked, looking up at Lincoln in disbelief.
Despite already having an idea of what this was about, I desperately held on to what little glimmer of hope I had left.
