Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 207

Sienna’s POV

I faced the window, observing the raindrops tumble down, attempting to calm the turmoil within my heart.

Time went by silently. Not an uncomfortable silence but a relaxed silence. The type experienced by individuals who had previously been close to each other.

Occasionally, Liam looked over at me. I sensed it even without glancing back. Neither an insistent gaze nor a begging one. More like ensuring I was fine. Exactly as it was previously.

The rain showed no indication of letting up. The roads were still, the illumination from homes on either side shining gently, crafting a tableau that resembled a painting hazy, tender, and lovely in its unique manner.

“I enjoy days like this,” Liam remarked unexpectedly, his tone tranquil. “I’m unsure why it feels serene.”

I faced him. “Although we’re drenched and hungry?”

He offered a faint smile, the sort that came to him effortlessly without any effort. “Perhaps due to that.” Occasionally, chaotic yet straightforward moments like these are the most difficult to erase from memory.

Unbeknownst to me, my chest started to feel warm. His words resonated deeply concerning all the tiny moments we previously enjoyed, those that had vanished and were now gradually reemerging like shadows finding their original form.

The road bent slightly. The vehicle turned, the noise of the rain growing louder. Noah eventually ceased singing and started discussing the rain at school, mentioning a friend who was scared of thunder, his dinosaur rain boots, but how he forgot to put them on today. His tales poured out continuously, lacking reason, yet brimming with little giggles hidden within each line.

I looked at him in the rearview mirror and noticed him kicking the air, eyes shining, hands flailing about as he described things that really didn’t require an explanation.

That child was a tiny universe that continuously revolved with brightness.

Liam laughed lightly at his babbling. It was the type of laugh that calmed me, the type of laugh that used to resonate in our house, even in the toughest moments.

“I’m pleased he’s content,” Liam remarked softly, not meeting my gaze.

I grasped the corner of the car blanket on my lap, my gaze fixed on the rain beyond the window. “He’s joyful due to your presence.”

Once I finished speaking, silence trickled back into the car.

Yet, not a profound quiet. More like a delicate presence hanging in the atmosphere, as if the words themselves continued to vibrate softly between us.When I eventually faced him, Liam was staring at me. His stare was profound, brimming with an indescribable essence. Neither hope nor simple nostalgia.

Only truthfulness. He kept silent. And I didn’t inquire.

The vehicle continued onward, splashing through puddles, gliding by streetlights, transitioning from afternoon into evening. Amidst the pouring rain, within this cozy little haven, it seemed as if we had truly come home well before we ever got there.

I finally had my own shower. Warm water caressed my skin like a blessing after a tiring day. As I completed my task and descended to the living room, the aroma of hot chocolate greeted me.

Three cups sat on the table while Liam was spreading a large blanket over the sofa. Noah was already nestled in, clutching a tiny marshmallow from some mysterious place Liam obtained it.

“You both look charming,” I whispered with a grin.

Liam looked at me, his gaze comforting. “Approach me,” he whispered gently.I settled in, and without hesitation, Liam drew me close to rest against his chest. He draped the cozy blanket over the three of us. Noah quickly settled next to my left, allowing his head to rest in my lap as he did before.

I breathed out slowly an exhale filled with reassurance, filled with security.

“Have a drink first,” Liam remarked, offering me a cup.

I sipped slowly. The heated chocolate flooded my mouth, the sweetness perfectly balanced, just how I preferred it.

Liam was certainly aware.