Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young Chapter 157: Nothing to Say to Me?

Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice was extrely gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the tiny life in the belly.

His warm breath mixed with his words, spreading a slightly tingling itch on her abdon.

Josephine Thompson froze, her gaze falling on the distant traffic, but she couldn’t read a single word.

"Forget it, maybe this is fate..."

Nathaniel stayed for a long while before reluctantly getting up, still with warmth in his eyes, "The little one is very well-behaved and not bothering you."

Josephine turned her face away, her voice sullen, "Is that enough?"

"Yes."

Nathaniel replied, but did not loosen his hold on her shoulder. Instead, he pulled her closer, "For Henny’s treatnt, I’ve already asked my assistant to contact the best hematology expert. The detailed plan will be available tomorrow. Don’t worry too much, I’m here."

His tone was so natural, as if they had never been apart, with an undeniable certainty.

Josephine tried to break free, but he held her tighter: "We may not see each other for a long ti after this. Let’s have one last hug, as a nto."

"..." Josephine felt a choke in her heart, not wanting to say anything more.

Nathaniel held her quietly, wishing ti could stop at this mont.

Unfortunately...

Ti cannot be stopped.

Even though he was reluctant to leave Josephine.

But he had to, he had heavier emotional debts to repay.

Compared to what he owed Josephine, he owed Eleanor more.

A while later.

The car arrived at the entrance of Audenburg University Hospital.

Josephine coldly ordered the driver, "Stop the car."

"Screech!"

The driver pulled over and stopped the car.

"Nathaniel, you should get out of the car now!"

Nathaniel still held her tightly, his voice filled with undisguised helplessness and lancholy, "...Josephine, soon I’ll be soone else’s husband."

"Take good care of yourself. If you encounter difficulties, you can always reach out to . I’ll help you with whatever I can!"

Upon hearing this, Josephine felt a sharp pain in her heart.

These four years of marriage!

It’s really been a damn ss.

But now, anything said seems redundant.

"Get out of the car, goodbye!"

Nathaniel felt a pang of pain in his heart, "Isn’t there anything you want to say to ?"

Josephine was dead inside, "There’s nothing to say."

Nathaniel looked disappointed, unwilling to give up, "Really nothing you want to say?"

"..." Josephine remained silent, her mind blank.

What is there left to say?

He has an unforgettable ex.

He’s going to reunite with his ex.

What reason does she have to stop him?

Besides, they have a child, they’re the real family.

She just wants to completely end everything now, erase all things related to Nathaniel.

"Not a single word?"

Josephine thought for a mont, then looked up at his hopeful eyes.

"Just one sentence."

Nathaniel’s eyes welled up, "...What is it?"

He really wanted to hear her say that she couldn’t bear to leave him, that she still loved him deeply!

Josephine took a heavy breath, pushed open the car door, "Get out of my world!"

Poof!

Nathaniel’s heart exploded, the sadness and reluctance in his eyes instantly turned to frost.

Fine!

Just perfect.

She really is different from other won.

In such a situation, other won might cry, unwilling to part, indignant. They might get trapped in sadness, unable to move on, even ntally break down completely.

But not her.

Aside from resentnt, there’s nothing left but ruthlessness and indifference.

Josephine looked at him coldly, "What are you looking at? Get out of the car now!"

Nathaniel felt exasperated, his fingers trembled angrily pointing at her nose, "Fine, you really have it in you. You truly are a cold and heartless woman."

"Stop blabbering, hug your son and get out!"

Henry Gallagher was asleep.

Nathaniel got out of the car, carefully carrying his son out, "Josephine, take care of yourself."

"If there’s a ti when you need my help, you’d better keep this ’attitude’."

Josephine found him annoying, and stretched her leg to kick him hard in the lower back, pushing him away from the car door.

"Bang!"

She angrily slamd the car door shut.

"Driver, drive back to the old estate."

"Yes, President Thompson!"

The driver hit the gas and drove towards the Thompson Estate at Mount Belair.

Nathaniel was both angry and annoyed, watching the car disappear into the distance, seething with rage, "Fine, you wait and see!"

"President Gallagher, should we take Young Master back to the hospital?"

"Yes, watch Henny closely, don’t let him wander off again."

"Got it." The servant quickly took Henny and carried him back to the ward.

Nathaniel took a deep breath, realizing things couldn’t continue like this.

Sooner or later, it would all fall apart.

"...No, I should first send Henny abroad. Once Josephine gives birth, I’ll bring Henny back."

Andy looked cautious, "President Gallagher, where to next?"

"To The Rose Garden!"

"Understood."

Andy instructed the driver to head straight to The Rose Garden.

He had soothed Josephine.

Now he needed to soothe Eleanor.

She had been with him for so many years.

She had made incredible contributions to him, helping him build half of his empire. More so, to save him, she had been stabbed over 30 tis, disfigured, and left permanently disabled.

He absolutely cannot let her down.

...

Half an hour later.

Nathaniel Gallagher arrived at The Rose Garden.

The servants greeted him respectfully, "President Gallagher, you’ve arrived?"

Nathaniel Gallagher removed his suit jacket and walked into the house with long strides, "Where is Eleanor?"

"Madam has already gone to sleep."

Pfft!

Nathaniel Gallagher paused in his steps, instantly bewildered.

She used to wait for him to co back for dinner every day!

If he didn’t co ho, she wouldn’t eat either, but would wait for him.

Today, he deliberately didn’t have dinner, planning to join her for it.

Unexpectedly.

She didn’t prepare dinner for him or wait for his return, but went to bed early.

"Alright, I understand."

Nathaniel Gallagher felt a bit uneasy inside.

He knew, Eleanor was probably really disappointed in him.

Tonight, he planned to offer himself, to truly ’love’ her.

Later.

He changed his clothes and went to the bathroom for a shower.

Then, ca to the bedroom door.

"Click!"

He turned the lock, intending to go inside.

However, the door was locked from the inside.

"..." Nathaniel Gallagher was startled again, unsure of what to think.

Was she afraid of him coming in?

Didn’t she really want to relive the passion with him?

Tonight he was prepared, certainly would perform well, and wouldn’t quit halfway.

Unfortunately...

She locked the door, preventing him from entering.

Hesitated for half a minute.

Nathaniel Gallagher couldn’t resist knocking on the door, "Bang bang bang!"

"Eleanor, are you asleep?"

"Bang bang bang!"

He knocked a few more tis.

The room remained quiet.

No response, and no one ca to open the door.

"President Gallagher, Madam might be asleep, perhaps you should rest in the guest room?"

Nathaniel Gallagher felt blocked in his chest, reluctantly saying, "Alright then!"

Unable to get the door opened, he could only go to the guest room next door.

...

Main bedroom.

Eleanor had actually heard the knocking.

But she was already utterly disappointed in him and didn’t want to open the door for him.

Even if she did open the door.

He would certainly quit halfway again, like before.

He was no longer interested in her body.

Why should she humiliate herself?

The next day.

Morning.

Nathaniel Gallagher specifically ordered the kitchen to make Eleanor’s favorite shrimp dumplings and crab roe buns, etc.

At eight-thirty in the morning.

Eleanor finally opened the door and ca out.

"Awake? Try today’s shrimp dumplings, Housekeeper Sterling changed the filling." Nathaniel Gallagher eagerly brought the dish to the dining table, his tone deliberately gentle.

Eleanor didn’t turn back, just glanced at him indifferently, "What’s up?"

"Hmm, I want to talk to you about sothing."

Nathaniel Gallagher pulled a chair and sat behind her, appearing casual, "I intend to send Henny abroad for a while and have the best dical team take care of him. The environnt there is good, suitable for recuperation."

Eleanor paused with her chopsticks, her gaze sharp, "Send him abroad? Didn’t Henny just get diagnosed with leukemia? Is it appropriate to send him abroad at this ti?"

Nathaniel Gallagher was prepared, his tone confident, "Because of the illness, he needs to go to the best place. I’m not assured with the dostic treatnt plans; there’s a renowned expert abroad specializing in children’s leukemia, with a high success rate."

"Besides, we have the wedding to organize, with limited energy, we can’t take care of Henny..."

The words sounded perfectly logical.

But who was Eleanor?

She had followed Nathaniel Gallagher through ups and downs for so many years, seen all kinds of storms.

Moreover, she knew him too well.

Sotis, even if he just moved his eyes a little, she could guess what he was thinking.

She turned to him, her gaze firmly fixed, "I saw Henny yesterday, he was full of energy, bouncing around, nothing like soone who urgently needs to be sent abroad ’to save his life’."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s heart skipped a beat, but he remained expressionless on the surface, "Leukemia is like this, fluctuating, can’t let our guard down. The sooner he goes abroad, the sooner he starts systematic treatnt."

"Systematic treatnt?"

Eleanor sneered, "Nathaniel, be honest with , is Henny’s illness really that serious?"

Nathaniel Gallagher was flustered under her gaze, but forced composure, turning his face away, "Didn’t you see the diagnosis results? Is there a need for to deceive you? I just don’t want the child to suffer."

Here it goes again.

Josephine Thompson had just suspected him, now Eleanor was starting to question him too.

"If you don’t want the child to suffer, you should keep him by your side for personal care." Eleanor pressed on relentlessly, "Send him abroad? Especially at such a crucial ti? Do you fear I’ll get too close to the child?"

She recalled visiting Henny a few days ago.

The child’s cheeks were rosy, with a great appetite, nothing like the doctor’s diagnosis of ’critical condition’.

Back then, she thought it was just the child’s strong vitality, but now thinking about it, there were doubts everywhere.

"Eleanor, don’t be paranoid."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s voice deepened, carrying a hint of revealed annoyance, "I’m doing this for everyone’s good. Henny recuperates abroad, Josephine can rest assured during pregnancy, we can also have so peace."

"Peace?" Eleanor raised an eyebrow, suddenly laughing, "I think you want to hide sothing from , don’t you?"

She walked to the wardrobe, taking out a coat, "Since you say the dical care abroad is good, I’ll personally take Henny. And see just how authoritative that hospital is, for peace of mind."

Nathaniel Gallagher’s complexion changed dramatically, "Why would you go? You’re not well enough for long-distance travel."