Trouble in Paradise



Chapter 0580

Nicholas and I returned to Coral Villa, entering one after the other. The maid immediately sensed something was off and dared not make a sound.

I felt dizzy. On the way back, Nicholas had sped down the road just because I'd said, "You know what I mean."

I didn't want to think about it anymore. I headed straight to Tabitha's room to rest, while Nicholas locked himself in the study.

I had a short rest before Wendy called me down for lunch. I hadn't eaten much since yesterday.

After what happened this morning, I didn't have much appetite due to the mood swings. I barely touched my food.

As Wendy and I chatted at the table, a maid walked in. She was holding a tray with a worried expression. She shook her head at Wendy.

I glanced at the tray-small dishes arranged carefully, with a bowl of soup. The fine tableware made it clear who it was meant for.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I turned away without saying anything, but Wendy spoke up. "Mr. Hawk didn't eat?"

The maid shook her head. "He sent me out, saying that he was busy and wouldn't eat."

"And the medicine?" Wendy asked.

The maid shook her head again.

Wendy stood up, carefully picking through the tray. She wrapped a few pills in a napkin and handed them to me.

"It doesn't matter whether he eats, but he needs to get better. If he's not well, he won't be able to interact with Tabitha. She's gotten used to his care the last few days."

Wendy was like family to me, but she also cared deeply for Nicholas. She had taken care of him for so long. treating him like her own child. To her, both Nicholas and I were equally precious, and she felt the same concern for him.

Her words made sense. For Tabitha's sake, I had to pretend to be the loving wife to Nicholas.

I took the medicine, poured a cup of water, and headed upstairs. Standing outside the study door, it felt like a lifetime had passed.

We didn't have many good memories in the study. If I had to recall anything, it was the times I knocked carefully on the door, calling him "honey", and waiting for him to say "come in". That was the best it ever got.

I knocked again, but my state of mind was different now. I no longer waited anxiously for his familiar "Mm", nor did I need a response.

I opened the door to find Nicholas hunched over his computer, wearing a headset. I didn't know who he was talking to, but his brow was furrowed as if he were dealing with something difficult.

Men at work had a natural kind of charm. Nicholas was already handsome. But he looked even more attractive when he was serious.

The sunlight filtered through the room, casting him in a perfect glow. The moment felt like a movie scene, deeply embedded in my mind. I'd once been completely captivated by this image.

'Didn't I say I don't want to eat? Get out!" Nicholas' sharp words snapped me back to reality. He must have noticed someone entering but didn't even lift his head. He simply barked at me to leave.

I walked over and said softly. "Take your medicine. I'll leave right after."

Nicholas was stunned. His hand, which had been typing on the keyboard, froze. After a brief pause, he looked up and, sounding almost foolish, asked, "You brought me medicine?"

What else would I have done? I didn't reply. I placed the glass of water in front of him and handed him the medicine wrapped in a napkin.

Nicholas stared at me intently, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. He grabbed the medicine and swallowed it without even looking at it. He didn't drink any water, just swallowed it straight down.

At that moment, I almost had the illusion that even if I had poisoned him, he wouldn't hesitate to swallow it. The pills weren't capsules, nor did they have a coating. They stuck to his mouth the moment they touched his saliva, refusing to go down. The bitterness caused him to furrow his brow tightly.

I furrowed my brow and held the glass of water in front of him. Only then did he seem to remember he needed to drink. He quickly gulped down the whole glass, looking up at me like a puppy waiting for praise.

I took the cup from his hopeful gaze. I didn't want to look at those eyes anymore. They were too deceiving. "Ariana." Nicholas suddenly grabbed my hand. "I have something to show you."