Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 329

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Chapter 329 Discovering the Secret Caregiver

“The seafood market over on the east side–their catch is always the freshest and highest quality!” Susie replied without missing a

beat.

Isabelle paused, offered a slight smile, and continued upstairs without another word.

There had been no oysters in the seafood bisque that day.

Susie had lied. She hadn’t been the one to make that breakfast. (_)

t suddenly dawned on Isabelle–on Susie’s first morning staying over, the ravioli had looked painfully misshapen. Then there were hose unmistakable men’s shoe prints left in the kitchen flour. She should have realized it sooner.

f Susie wasn’t preparing these breakfasts–or any of the carefully crafted meals–there was only one other possibility–it was

Jamian.

That man had been by her side all along.

White she was fast asleep.

She pressed her lips together, feeling an unexpected warmth bloom within her.

The next day, she woke up at five, without setting an alarm.

.ately, she’d been waking in the quiet hours before dawn–it had almost become routine.

Jsually, Susie would leave a glass of water by her bedside for when she stirred.

This morning, after finishing the water, she padded barefoot downstairs. She moved with deliberate care, as if afraid the slightest noise would shatter the fragile anticipation building inside her.

Her steps were light, but each one carried a weight in her chest.

The kitchen light was on, the rest of the open floorplan dim and quiet.

n the height of summer, the sky began to lighten around five. From the trees in the backyard, the faint, rhythmic buzz of cicadas drifted in. The serene stillness felt almost overwhelmingly poignant.

Soft, muted sounds came from the kitchen; even the footsteps seemed hushed.

Isabelle glanced at the closed door to Susie’s room–no sign she was awake.

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Crouching by the corner where the staircase met the wall, she watched every movement in the kitchen intently.

If she hadn’t come down today, she would never have known how quietly the kitchen could operate.

Or how deliberately the sounds were suppressed.

Being secretly cared for suddenly felt viscerally real.

With a nervous heart, she observed like a trespasser, the guilt of spying amplifying her tension.

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She Wasn’t entirely sure what she was afraid of.

Her heart thumped wildly, a nameless anxiety coiling around her.

Then, a pair of men’s casual shoes came into view, and all her mental preparations dissolved in an instant.

It was him after all!

The man wore house slippers, grey tailored shorts, and a loose–fitting linen shirt, with a siraple apron tied around his waist. He stood at the counter, kitchen shears in hand, deftly preparing the seafood.

There was no sign of Susie.

Clearly, it had been this man all these days.

She folded her hands over her knees, resting her chin on her arms, watching intently as the man moved about the kitchen. She had no intention of revealing herself.

The early morning sun spilled into the great room through the tall windows, casting a soft, golden light, while the rich, savory aroma of seafood bisque began to fill the air.

The man lifted the lid of the Dutch oven, checked the time on his wrist, and a faint, satisfied smile touched his lips.

The woman at the staircase corner also allowed a small smile, watching as the sunlight fell freely on his warm, golder–toned skin. The defined muscles of his arms shifted beneath the fabric of his shirt as he moved. He picked up a tasting spoon, scooped a little of the bisque, and sampled it carefully.

He gave a slight nod, seemingly pleased with the flavor, then turned off the induction burner. Taking a bowl from the cabinet, he adled out a portion and set it on the table to cool.

After that, he cleaned the kitchen meticulously, even checking the floor for traces. He tapped his phone to start the robotic vacuum, ensuring any stray evidence was erased. Only then did he seem satisfied, finally sitting at the dining table to finish the bowl of bisque himself.

Watching him, the woman quietly retreated to her room to wash up and get dressed.

By now, Susie was probably stirring.

And it was time for Isabelle to start her day, too.

While Isabelle was having her breakfast, Regina and Caroline arrived, with Linda in tow.

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