Infatuated with my Ex-wife novel Chapter 49

The next day Irene woke up from the sour ot her neck and shoulders. She fell asleep leaning on the headboard last night.

She rubbed her shoulders, and the scenes of last night flashed in her mind. She looked at the pillow beside her. He really had not come back.

Irene lifted the quilt and slowly walked into the bathroom.

Before Irene had finished washing up and went the downstairs, the servants had already prepared breakfast. Irene sat down and looked at the empty place opposite her. She sighed and finally put the spoon back in her bowl.

"Knock-knock." The servant standing next to her was shocked.

The maid was a newcomer, only in her twenties. When she saw Irene throw the spoon back into the bowl, she could not help but look at the other maid. She said gently, "Madam... If you are not satisfied with the breakfast, should we ask the chelf to make some thig new?"

She spoke cautiously for fear of offending Irene.

Irene averted her gaze from the empty seat, but she did not look at the servant either. Instead, she stared at the garden outside the window and said listlessly, "No need, I'm just not feeling like eating."

She had a quarrel with Edward. Edward did not come back all night and did not even call. This was Edward's house. If he left here, where did he sleep last night? If he was too angry and met with other women, what was she supposed to do?

Even Irene believedd that Edward would not have any relationship with other women.

At this thought Irene suddenly realized something. If she was thinking in Edward's place, she could undersatnd his feelings.

Irene took out her cell phone and found Edward's phone number, but she could not press it.

Should she call him? What should she say? Tell him that she's wrong? She's not good at apologizing.

Irene didn't know how to start. Besides, she thought Edward also did wrong, sohe should apologize first... Although her words yesterday were not so pleasant, were not Edward's words?

After thinking about it for a while, Irene felt that her head was dizzy. The two maids found Irene was in confusion, they could only lower their heads and did not dare to say anything.

She sighed softly.

Irene stood up quickly but suddenly felt a little dizzy. She knew it was because she didn't  slept well last night. Now her brain was like mush.

Seeing this, the maid quickly ran over to hold her up and asked worriedly, "Are you alright, Madam?"

Irene stood firm. "It's okay. I'd like to take a walk in the garden."

The maid let go and saw Irene pressing her temple as she walked out of the dining room.

When Irene passed by the living room, the housekeeper was on the phone. He said, "Okay, sir, I'll ask someone to send it to you."

Was it Edward?

Irene's restless heart became less calm. After standing a while, she went over and asked the butler, "Is it a call from Edward?"

The butler nodded and explained honestly, "Yes. He asked me to send something to the company."

It turned out that he was at the company.

Irene nodded. "Do it!" Then she went slowly out of the living room, and walked quietly along the path in the garden, which was paved with small stones.

But she was not as calm as she looked. "If Edward was in company so early, where was he last night?"

Also, Edward called the telephone at his house, but he did not call her directly. He just said a few words to the housekeeper and hung up without mentioning her.

Frustrated and fretful, Irene felt like she could hardly breathe.

Perhaps Irene had walked too lightly, or perhaps the two servants were too engrossed in their conversation. They did not notice that Irene was approaching.

"I saw Mr.Edward drive out of the house in a rage last night. I always thought him and his wife were close. That's the best couple I have ever seen. Now it seems like I had thought too much."

There was still some pity in the tone of a servant.

Another maid answered, "I went to the kitchen last night, guess what did I see?"

The maid was curious. "What?"

She said, "Mr. Wilson tried so hard to make a bowl desserts, but dopped it at the end. I thought it was a great pity. He must took a lot of effort to cook for Mrs.Irene. Nobody expected that she came home so late even quarreled with Mr. Edward."

When she heard the words  desserts, Irene was shocked.

How could she not be surprised? From the time she entered the room until the argument with Edward, she had never seen it.

"Could it be that Edward was too angry last night, so he asked someone to throw away the desserts..." Somehow, at that moment, a scene, that he rolled up his sleeves and made dessert, popped into Irene's head.