I didn’t know why Sebastian Forrest had specifically ntioned Julian Hayes’s na, and I didn’t press him for an answer.
Soon, the car pulled up in front of Sage’s Tower.
"You’ve gotten so thin lately. You need to eat well." Sebastian Forrest opened his door and stepped out. "Their tomato beef brisket and pigeon soup are excellent. You should try them."
My mouth started watering the mont Sebastian Forrest ntioned those two dishes. Maybe it was because of the pregnancy, but I’d been craving at lately, to the point where a al felt incomplete without it.
The thing was, I wasn’t much of a cook, and my dishes never turned out well. I wanted to eat out, but I was always worried about the food at smaller restaurants being unhealthy.
I guess I was benefiting from my association with Sebastian Forrest today—I was in for a treat.
Sage’s Tower was an antique-style pavilion. The building was imnse, narrow at the base and wider at the top, giving it a grand and magnificent presence.
The mont Sebastian Forrest and I stepped through the door, the restaurant’s general manager rushed over to greet us.
"Master Forrest, the private room you requested has been cleaned. The beef and lamb today were just butchered and are exceptionally fresh."
Sebastian Forrest grunted in acknowledgnt before turning back to . "Watch your step."
He was clearly a regular. Without needing the manager to lead the way, he expertly guided toward the back courtyard.
It was late autumn, and the lotuses in the ponds along the path had withered, leaving only dry leaves swaying in the breeze. It had a certain charm of its own.
...
"Theodore Grant, don’t walk so fast! Give your arm. I’m a pregnant woman, you know!"
But before we even reached our room, a voice that was all too familiar echoed from the hallway.
"The floor isn’t slippery. You’re not going to fall. You can walk on your own."
"Theodore Grant, you’re being an to ! I’m carrying your child in my belly! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be nauseous and vomiting all day with no appetite. I’ve already lost several pounds in the last few days!"
"All right, I’ll help you. I’ll help you, okay?" Theodore Grant sounded exasperated as he stepped forward to support Clara Langley. But as he looked up, he saw Sebastian Forrest and standing just outside a circular archway.
His brow furrowed, and he almost subconsciously let go of Clara Langley’s arm.
I watched them with a blank expression, the corner of my mouth twisting into a cold smile. ’Theodore’s emotional plea for to stay at the Civil Affairs Bureau just a few days ago seems like a complete joke now.’
"What a coincidence! You’re here to eat, too?" Clara Langley’s lips curved into a gracious smile, giving her a bright and cheerful air.
As she spoke, she stroked her completely flat stomach and turned to Theodore Grant. "I haven’t had much of an appetite these past few days, so Theodore brought here specially. I never thought we’d run into you."
Her expression was so open, without a hint of insincerity, as if she were being completely honest.
My lips twitched into a small smile. ’As expected of a star who made a na for herself in the entertainnt industry. Her acting skills are truly on another level.’
"Why are you wasting your breath on them? Let’s go." Theodore Grant’s lips thinned, his expression sour as he moved to pull Clara Langley away.
But Clara Langley shook off his arm, a look of complaint on her face. "What’s wrong with exchanging a few words? People say that even a single day as husband and wife ans a hundred days of grace. You and Chelsea were married for two years. Even if you’re divorced, you can still be friends."
Theodore Grant cut her off coldly. "Just shut up!"
Clara Langley was instantly displeased. "Theodore Grant, what do you an by that? What did I say that was wrong? So what if Chelsea Joyce cheated on you with your own brother during your marriage and cuckolded you? That was her fault. A man like you shouldn’t be so petty. You need to be more magnanimous..."
"Have you said enough?" Sebastian Forrest cut her off, his voice cold. "Clara Langley, you’re the howrecker who destroyed a marriage. You should try to build so good karma for the child in your womb."
Clara Langley frowned. "Master Forrest, what’s that supposed to an? Theodore and I have a completely innocent relationship..."
"Completely innocent?" I scoffed before she could finish. "Then where did the baby in your belly co from?"
Clara Langley imdiately clutched her stomach, her expression faltering. "I... We were drunk that day..."
Her voice faltered, as if she’d suddenly rembered sothing. "If you hadn’t threatened to throw Theodore out on the street that day, none of this would have happened! When you get right down to it, this is all your fault!"
"So I’m the one who made you two sleep together?" I shot back with a cold laugh.
"You—"
"That’s enough!" Theodore Grant snapped, his face grim. "Stop making a scene. Let’s go!"
But Clara Langley wouldn’t have it. "Theodore Grant, what do you an by that? She’s the one slinging mud at us, and you’re taking her side? Whose side are you on, anyway?"
Theodore Grant’s face paled and flushed by turns. He pressed his lips together, his expression dark, and said nothing.
But right at that mont, Sebastian Forrest let out a soft chuckle, his voice low and haunting as he spoke. "Clara Langley, instead of worrying about whose side he’s on, I suggest you first figure out whose ’side’ the baby in your belly is on."
Clara Langley’s expression shifted. "What’s that supposed to an?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Figure it out for yourself."
With that, Sebastian Forrest took my hand and led toward our private room, completely ignoring whatever Clara Langley was shouting behind us.
Once we were in the room, I could still faintly hear Clara Langley interrogating Theodore Grant in the hallway, clearly throwing a tantrum.
"Theodore Grant, are you even a man? They’re implying the baby in my belly isn’t yours..."
"That’s enough. Stop making a scene. We’re done for if soone takes a picture," Theodore Grant said, clearly growing impatient.
"Let them! I’ll post our wedding announcent on social dia tomorrow!"
"What did Sebastian Forrest an by that? Is the baby in your belly really mine?"
"Theodore Grant, are you insane? You’d actually believe his provocation? Fine. Fine! If you won’t claim this child, then there’s no point in keeping it. I’ll go to the hospital and get an abortion right now! That’ll solve everything!"
"All right, I was just asking. I don’t doubt you."
I couldn’t make out what was said after that. They must have left.
"What’s wrong?" Sebastian Forrest asked, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Why so gloomy? Didn’t you just win that argunt?"
"It’s not about the argunt..." I pulled out a chair and sat down. "I’m just worried that if Theodore Grant finds out Clara Langley’s baby isn’t his, he’ll go back on the divorce..."
After all, there’s still a one-month cooling-off period for the divorce.
He could withdraw the application at any ti.
But Sebastian Forrest’s lips just curved into a smile as he picked up the teapot and poured so water. "Don’t worry. Do you really think soone like Clara Langley can’t handle a small matter like this?"
I was taken aback for a mont, then I realized he was right. ’Of course.’
Given Clara Langley’s caliber, she’s had Theodore Grant wrapped around her finger for years. How could she possibly fail to cover up sothing like this?
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