Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404 Tricky One

One lunch, two people with their own agendas.

After exiting the diner, Bethan motioned across the street. “Go do your stuff. I’ll walk back on my own.”

Hugh just shrugged and pointed the same way. “My car’s

parked by the hospital. Come on, let’s walk.”

With a little huff, Bethan fell in beside him, and they meandered off toward the hospital.

When they reached the hospital’s parking lot in front of the outpatient building, Hugh came to a stop. “Hey, Bethy. Get in my car for a minute. Gotta tell you something,” he said.

Bethan was having none of it. “I’ll be late for work. Either spill it or I’m leaving,” she grumbled.

There was just something off about Hugh today, like he was under some weird spell.

Hugh locked his eyes on Bethan’s face, studying her reaction. “Remember that jewelry set you sold at auction? I got it back. It’s in the trunk,” he announced.

Bethan’s eyes widened in surprise. “But I already paid you back. Why’d you go and do that?” she asked, her voiced with confusion

“Thought I’d give it to you,” Hugh replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“No way! I’m not taking it,” Bethan shot back immediately.

She wasn’t about to let herself forget the whole mess.

“You bought it, so it’s yours. I’ll buy it back from you when I’ve scraped up enough cash. Just don’t cheat me with the price,” she added, folding her arms across her chest.

Hugh stared at her, his expression unreadable.

“I’ll hold onto it for you then. Just say the word, and it’s yours,” he offered.

Bethan just rolled her eyes internally.

She knew what was more important-her life, not some fancy jewelry.

Not wanting to push the issue, Hugh let it drop.

Then, he stepped closer. “I’m flying out to Australia in a couple of days. Finished the incense and that medicine you made. Can you make another batch?” he asked, giving her a hopeful look. hospita

Bethan hesitated. “You can make an appointment at the hospital tomorrow,” she said, trying to keep things proper.

Hugh shook his head. “Nah, just make it, and I’ll come by to grab it. No need for all the appointment hassle,” he insisted.

Seeing Bethan still wavering, he played his trump card. “You always say we’re like brother and sister, right? Well, your brother here is having trouble sleeping and got these terrible headaches. You gonna just leave me hanging?”

Bethan couldn’t argue with that.

She knew Hugh was a tricky one, but she hadn’t expected him to twist her own words around like this.

Reluctantly, she gave in. “Fine. Come by the hospital tomorrow morning,” she sighed.

True to his word, Hugh showed up at the hospital the next morning, carrying a bag of homemade granola bars-Fiona’s special recipe.

There, by the entrance, he bumped into Tristen. “Mr. Dixon.” Hugh greeted with a friendly smile. “Thanks for keeping an eye on my fiancée.”

Tristen looked a bit taken aback. “I thought you two called off the engagement?” he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

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