30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband novel Chapter 494

Glancing down, Leonora noticed an unfamiliar number flashing on her phone.

Even so, she decided to answer.

"Hello, this is Leonora," she said politely.

On the other end, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. Whoever it was didn’t respond.

Standing by the dessert table, Leonora tried again, "Hello?"

Joselyn, noticing Leonora’s odd phone call, looked up with curiosity.

"Wrong number, maybe?" Leonora speculated. "If you’ve dialed the wrong number, I’m going to hang up now."

Just as she was about to disconnect, a man's voice suddenly broke through: "Arielle."

Hearing the name "Arielle," Leonora paused, confused.

Regaining her composure, she asked, "May I know who's calling?"

Silence. Then, indistinct voices in the background before the call abruptly ended.

The sudden start and end of the call left Leonora bewildered. She stared at her phone for a moment, then set it down on the table, her mood noticeably dampened.

Seeing the change in Leonora’s expression, Joselyn asked, "What's wrong, Arielle? Who was that?"

Leonora looked up, "Probably a wrong number," she dismissed before changing the subject.

That weekend, Taylor didn’t reach out, giving Leonora a rare, relaxed break for two days.

It wasn’t until Tuesday afternoon, as Leonora was leaving work, that Taylor’s Maybach blocked her path at the company's entrance. "Get in," he said.

Hearing Taylor's familiar voice and seeing his unguarded appearance made Leonora’s heart flutter.

Frowning, she asked, "Taylor, what are you doing? We’re right in front of the company."

They had agreed to keep their relationship a secret, especially at work. Pretend not to know each other. Yet here he was, picking her up at the main entrance.

Usually, Mr. Lee, their driver, knew to pick her up from a more secluded spot.

Taylor's apparent disregard for their agreement irked Leonora. He didn’t seem to mind, but she didn’t want their relationship to be public, fearing judgment.

But Taylor didn’t argue. Instead, he reminded her, "Arielle, if you don’t get in now, someone might notice."

Taking his advice, she quickly got into the car, closing the windows to avoid being seen.

Taylor, though visibly annoyed by her sneakiness, chose not to make a big deal out of it. After all, he was the one who insisted on secrecy and was significantly older than her.

As the car started moving, Taylor glanced at Leonora, "Do you act this cautious around Grant too? Do you treat him like a stranger?"

For some reason, Taylor couldn't help but compare himself to Grant, curious about how Leonora's relationship with him had been.

Seeing them, she smiled warmly, "Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs.! Dinner's ready. I’ll leave you to enjoy your meal," she said, excusing herself.

Taylor and Leonora only occasionally returned to Southbay, and Mrs. Chen, understanding their sporadic visits, wisely chose not to intrude. Instead, she made herself scarce whenever they were in town.

Her discernment came from noticing that they weren’t together daily; otherwise, their visits wouldn’t be so rare.

Thus, she adopted an attitude of seeing through their relationship without pointing it out.

"Uh-huh," Taylor responded nonchalantly, seemingly quite accustomed to Mrs. Chen addressing him and Leonora as Mr. and Mrs.

Initially, he considered calling on the household staff for help, but fearing the complications that come with too many opinions, Taylor decided against it and made other arrangements.

Soon after, Leonora changed her shoes, washed her hands, and sat at the dining table. Taylor, acting as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, passed her the silverware and served her a generous portion of dishes, worried she might be too polite to serve herself or eat as little as she did last time.

After dinner, Taylor took care of the dishes, insisting on washing them himself.

Leonora offered to help, but Taylor wouldn’t hear of it. "You’re on your period; you should rest," he said.

Leaning motionless against the kitchen doorway, watching Taylor busy himself and recalling how he kept serving her food and wouldn’t let her lift a finger, Leonora let out a soft sigh.

Taylor often puzzled her.

After tidying up the kitchen, Taylor turned to head back to the living room and saw Leonora leaning by the door, watching him. That brought a smile to his face instantly.