Chapter 10:
Seeing Emma getting sick, Sarah quickly pulled over.
“Emma, what’s wrong?” Sarah rushed to hand her some tissues. Emma took a while to recover.
Sarah looked worried: “You’ve never had motion sickness before.”
Emma considered telling Sarah about the pregnancy but decided against it for
now.
She took the tissues, wiping her mouth with an embarrassed smile. “Probably just
jet lag.”
Sarah accepted this explanation and drove them to her apartment.
Though smaller than the Foster mansion, the apartment was cozy and beautiful. Sarah had prepared a room for Emma in the minimalist style she loved.
Emma ate something light and went to sleep to adjust to the time difference. When she woke, it was morning.
Sarah had left for work but prepared breakfast with a pink sticky note.
Looking at the breakfast, Emma felt strange.
After taking care of James for three years, this was the first time someone had
cooked for her.
Sitting at the table eating toast, she checked her phone.
A friend request popped up.
The profile picture was a cute cat – Emma recognized it from Lucy’s social media. An expensive Persian cat.
Emma double–checked social media – she remembered correctly.
Calculating the time difference, it would be midnight back home. Strange for Lucy
to add her so late.
She accepted the request. Lucy immediately sent a photo.
It showed an unfamiliar kitchen with James cooking, his back turned, wearing an
apron.
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tantrum and running away, Mr. Foster doesn’t want to go home. He’s at my place now, making me a midnight snack.”
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So James coulld cook–lhe just never wanted to cook for Emma..
Her heart twinged briefly before settling back to calm..
Why cane anymore? They were getting divorced anyway.
Emma smiled wryly, shaking her head.
Lucy was young, too eager to show off.
Emma replied: “Thank you.”
Lucy hadn’t expected this response and got angry,, typing:: “Hell be at my place all
wweek!!”
Emma remained cold, almost amused: “Noted.“”
Frustated, Lucy threw her phone on the table..
James heard from the kitchen, asking concernedly:: “What’s wrong?”
Lucy lowered her head, feigning worry:: “Mht. Foster, are you sure Mrs. Foster won’t suddenly come back? What if she’s angry with you??”
James shook his head: “She won’t dare do anything to you–you’re a celebrity.”
He put down what he was doing and embraced Lucy from behind.
Lucy naturally wrapped her arms around his medk, saying softly: “Having you is. wonderful, but…”
James kissed her hair, murmuring:: “Whattis¡¡£??”
Lucy’s voice turned tearful: “I feel like some dirty secret…”
James knew she was pushing for officiall status again.
He always found ways to dodge this topic.
This time would be no different..
He was about to speak whem he caught sight of the phone on the table.
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