Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted Chapter 40: He Told Me to Move Back to the Master Bedroom

I imdiately avoided his gaze, not daring to ask further for fear of exposing myself.

Timothy Xavier also didn’t give a clear answer.

I felt a bit disappointed for a mont.

I had waited for so long, just to wait until the day the device would hit the market, then confront Timothy Xavier.

Whether or not he divorces, I have the freedom to resist him and leave him.

But now, it seems I have to wait a bit longer...

After staying in the hospital for a few days, my stomach problem was almost better.

Timothy Xavier didn’t stay in the hospital to take care of these past days; the issue with the device being stalled from hitting the market seed quite serious.

He was handling it at the company almost every day.

Nanny Lowell, however, was in a good mood, humming a tune as she took care of , saying, "Ma’am, it seems Mr. Xavier’s fascination with that little vixen has passed. Those mother and daughter have moved out! In Mr. Xavier’s heart, he still knows who his proper wife is."

I forced a smile.

But that ho no longer belonged to long ago, and Timothy Xavier had been tainted for a while.

Who’s in that ho, who’s moving out, what does it have to do with ?

Nanny Lowell thought I was as happy as she was.

On the day of discharge, she even suggested I ask Timothy Xavier if he could restore the master bedroom to its original state.

I blankly replied, "Why?"

Nanny Lowell looked at in surprise and said, "Aren’t you moving back there to live? The things of that mother and daughter are still there; I’m afraid it’ll bother you. But without Mr. Xavier’s orders, we dare not move things around."

I lightly said, "It’s alright, if he didn’t instruct, you don’t need to find trouble for yourself. Besides, I’m quite fine living in the guest room."

Nanny Lowell was stunned, looking puzzled by .

I know that Nanny Lowell’s old-fashioned thinking probably still lingers on the phase of ’It’s alright for a man to play outside as long as he knows he has a ho and returns to his senses.’

I don’t bla her.

Returning ho.

To ease the relation between and Timothy Xavier, Nanny Lowell smilingly said, "Ma’am, Mr. Xavier specially called just now to instruct to make more supplents for you. I’ll make whatever you like, no need to stick to just vegetarian."

I felt quite sarcastic inside.

Nanny Lowell was so pleased as if it was Timothy Xavier’s grace given to .

Yet this ’grace’ was swapped with the many tis of pain I went through.

I lightly said, "Do whatever you want, I’m fine with anything."

After speaking, I walked toward my room.

When I opened the computer, I found my novel backend flooded with nurous requests for updates.

Moreover, the editor had also sent many ssages on QQ.

Only then did I rember, during my days in hospital, I prioritized handling work emails, completely abandoning the novel sparked by a whim.

I opened the editor’s ssages; besides urging to resu updates, what the editor asked most was: "Vera, how are you considering the contract?"

After much hesitation, I replied: "Sorry, due to personal issues recently, I might not be able to maintain steady updates. If I sign the contract, I’m afraid it would cause a loss to the website."

A few seconds later, the editor imdiately replied: "It’s okay; as long as you’re willing to sign with us, we’ll definitely help this book take off. Honestly, the current data on this book is doing very well, and it’s very likely to sell its film and television rights."

In the end, I was tempted by the olive branch from the editor and agreed to the contract.

The editor then sent the contract through the novel backend.

Only then did I know that contracts can now be signed online, and it’s very convenient and quick.

After signing, I looked at the comnts urging updates, and suddenly I seed to be re-energized.

This way, I sat at the table and continued writing until six in the afternoon.

At this mont, Nanny Lowell knocked on the door, saying: "Ma’am, dinner is ready. Do you want to wait for Mr. Xavier?"

I was about to instinctively say ’not waiting.’

But I really wanted to know how the cardiopulmonary support device matter was handled?

When would it hit the market?

But such confidential matters could only be answered by seeing Timothy Xavier.

So, I changed my words, "Okay, let’s wait for him to co back and eat together."

After Nanny Lowell left, I sent a ssage to Timothy Xavier, asking what ti he would co back?

He replied, "Lots of things at the company, will be late. If you’re hungry, eat first."

I was eager to figure out the device market launch timing, so I said, "I’m not hungry, I’ll wait for you to co back."

"Okay."

He’s always been sparse with words in his ssages.

This ssage with more words was almost miraculous.

Thus, I quietly waited for him to co ho.

In a trance, it felt as if I had returned to the past, when I didn’t yet know he had already been unfaithful, waiting for him day after day like this.

Many tis, I waited in hunger and stomach pain, only to be stood up by him.

I thought I would never wait for him again, and he would never have a chance to stand up again.

But tonight, he again forgot our appointnt.

At ten o’clock, he still hadn’t co ho.

Nanny Lowell reheated the dishes over and over.

I thought the company’s issues were indeed quite tricky.

Until I scrolled through social dia and saw a post by Serena Sawyer two hours prior:

The photo showed Doris sitting on Timothy Xavier’s lap having a al, with my mother-in-law lovingly watching her granddaughter from the side, and naturally, Serena Sawyer as the one taking the picture.

The caption: Having a family al together is the happiest mont of the day. Our daughter loves the new ho, and I love it too.

I suddenly sneered.

So, Timothy Xavier’s idea of having them move out was just moving them to my mother-in-law’s place.

Then, they changed from ’a family of three’ to ’a family of four,’ continuing to enjoy family happiness.

While Nanny Lowell was reheating the dish for the eighth ti, I coldly spoke while sitting at the dining table, "No need to heat it up anymore, he won’t be coming back."

"This..."

Nanny Lowell asked in confusion, "Is Mr. Xavier too busy with company matters, forgetting his promise to you?"

I directly showed her Serena Sawyer’s social dia post, sternly saying, "Nanny Lowell, I know you an well. But in the future, don’t associate with him anymore."

Realizing my mood was very bad, Nanny Lowell hastily agreed and quickly served so porridge.

I slowly ate my dinner.

Just then, the maid’s voice ca from outside: "Mr. Xavier is back? Ma’am has been waiting for you to have dinner together."

Timothy Xavier replied blandly, "Hmm," and before long, he ca to the dining room.

He seed to rember his promise to , paused briefly, then naturally sat across from .

Then, he instructed, "Nanny Lowell, please serve a bowl of porridge."

Nanny Lowell glanced at , knowing the situation but not daring to speak, she quickly went to serve porridge for Timothy Xavier.

Timothy Xavier looked at and said, "You have stomach trouble, you should eat when you should, no need to wait for until now."

I put down my bowl and chopsticks, quietly looking at him.

The man’s handso features under the crystal light added warmth, still as striking as ever.

It just seed to have lost its essence, no longer interesting.

I didn’t bother to feign civility with him, opened Serena Sawyer’s social dia post, and said, "President Xavier had dinner two hours ago, why are you hungry now?"

Timothy Xavier’s expression flickered with a hint of abnormality, unclear whether it was surprise that I had Serena Sawyer’s WeChat or embarrassnt about his act from entering the house till now.

"Today was Doris’s first ti learning to write her na, I went to see. Tomorrow, I’ll co ho for dinner on ti."

He rarely explained to once and even guaranteed like a good husband.

But I no longer needed a hollow shell!

Nanny Lowell placed the served porridge in front of him, while I stood and said, "President Xavier, take your ti eating, I’m heading back to my room."

As my wheelchair moved a few steps, he called : "Zoe."

I paused, turned back, and looked at him in confusion.

He said softly, "Serena and Doris have already left; you should move back to the master bedroom."

"You stay there yourself, I find it dirty."

My eyes swept past his face, now tinged with faint anger, and continued to roll my wheelchair towards the guest room.

...

The next day.

Mrs. Ellison called , "Zoe, did you hurt your foot?"

I didn’t want them to worry, so I hadn’t ntioned it.

I asked in puzzlent, "How did you know?"

Mrs. Ellison replied, "I went for a check-up at the hospital this morning and ran into Ethan taking his mother for a check-up. I heard from him that you were injured quite seriously. How could you keep such a big issue from us?"

A warmth filled my heart, "Mom, I’m almost healed now, don’t worry about ."

"Are you at ho now? I’ll co to see you."

After Mrs. Ellison said this, I quickly replied, "Mom, you don’t have to co specially. I’ll visit you and dad in a while."

After all, with the current situation between and Timothy Xavier, if Mrs. Ellison ca, I really wouldn’t know how to behave in front of her.

But Mrs. Ellison said, "I’m already on the way, I’ll be at your place shortly. And I’ll bring you sothing as well."

After finishing the call with Mrs. Ellison, I prepared to instruct Nanny Lowell not to ntion anything about and Timothy Xavier.

But I didn’t expect Timothy Xavier to not go to the company today.

He sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a financial magazine.