Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 904: Her Consideration Makes One’s Heart Ache

When the Maybach drove into Crimson Hill Villa, it was just the darkest mont of the day.

The driver steadily parked the vehicle in the lot and only turned into the underground garage after the owner of the car had entered the house.

In the garage, there were countless luxury cars, perhaps a wealth unimaginable to ordinary people in a lifeti.

The entire villa was engulfed in silence, with only Uncle Kevin waiting in the living room for Jasper Sinclair.

The man was so eager that he even forgot to change his shoes, almost wishing to cover three ters in a single step.

"Mr. Sinclair, you’re back."

Uncle Kevin’s slightly aged voice made him slow down his steps and say, "Why haven’t you rested yet?"

"Madam was worried about you, so I stayed here, hoping it would reassure her a bit."

Jasper’s eyes darkened slightly, "It’s late, go get so rest."

The two parted ways in the living room, heading in opposite directions.

The butler’s room and the owner’s room were not located in the sa area.

Jasper climbed the stairs with steady steps; the door to the living room was tightly closed.

Just a second before pushing the door open, he lightened his movents, fearing to wake the person asleep inside.

Yet he didn’t know that Nora Northwood had difficulty gathering sleepiness due to his absence tonight.

A wide three-ter soft bed had a sunken spot.

Nora was holding a stuffed pillow, lost in thought.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she reflexively lifted her chin, eyes slightly red.

However, only a bedside lamp was lit in the room, making it easy to overlook the redness in her eyes.

Facing those clear eyes, Jasper cursed himself silently, what an idiot!

Frustrated yet heartbroken, he said, "Why aren’t you asleep yet? It’s already very late."

Staying up late only accelerates the spread of the virus; thinking of this, Jasper felt even more pained.

Nora had no idea what was going on in his mind at that mont, "You stood up and ca back so late without even giving a reasonable explanation, right?"

Jasper had comforting words on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t utter them.

He couldn’t reveal his ongoing plan; he couldn’t let Nora bear these unknown sufferings with him.

"It’s year-end, and the company is terribly busy. I forgot your ssage. I apologize."

What Nora wanted was never just an apology.

Yet, Jasper used work as an excuse, giving her no outlet for even a small outburst.

Must she make a fuss?

Would she co off as annoyingly unreasonable?

The two held their respective concerns, leaving them speechless for a mont.

Nora didn’t even doubt the truthfulness of the man’s words; she always trusted him wholeheartedly and completely.

"Uncle Kevin said you didn’t eat tonight; shall I make you so noodles?"

"Just in ti, I am a bit hungry."

Both were looking for a way to ease the atmosphere for each other.

Nora added, "I’ll join you."

When Jasper grabbed her wrist, it still felt a bit surreal to her.

The kitchen lights ca on - fresh vegetables, boiling water, the sll of flour and handmade noodles... all embodying the unique warmth of Crimson Hill Villa.

Soon, the aroma spread.

Nora’s stomach embarrassingly growled, a sensation of hunger she hadn’t felt for a long ti.

Subconsciously, she placed her palm over her lower abdon, thinking: The baby would like the noodles personally cooked by Dad.

Jasper handed her the chopsticks, "Try it, see how it tastes."