From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 148

At that moment, a click came from outside, and the bedroom door swung open.

Lydia vaguely felt a dark shadow flash past her eyes.

Struggling to open her eyes wide, what came into view was Frederick's cold, handsome face.

His gaze landed on the shattered bowl on the floor, watching Gable crouch down to clean it up. He frowned. "Pour another bowl for my wife."

Her head was splitting, and her vision was spinning. She slumped back onto the edge of the bed uncomfortably. "I'm not drinking it."

"Mrs. Foster, you should drink some. It'll make you feel better." Gable offered her advice as she walked away.

The edge of the bed dipped.

"Get up and drink the hangover soup."

Frederick's commanding voice landed by her ear.

She frowned in discomfort, having no desire to acknowledge him.

But her arm was seized. Having no strength of her own, she could only let him sit her up. His voice turned slightly cold. "I don't like talking to drunks."

Lydia glared at him with her large, clear eyes, watching him take the second bowl of hangover soup from Gable and hand it to her.

She wanted to dump the soup all over him, but knowing Gable would be the one cleaning it up, she raised her weak, limp hand to take it.

Seemingly taking her submission as a cue.

Frederick suddenly leaned in close, his large hand sliding from her arm to her back.

The distance between them vanished in an instant, and she caught the faint scent of gardenias.

She tried to struggle, but he held her even tighter.

"Drink it."

With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other holding the bowl to her lips, he issued a domineering order.

Heh.

She couldn't help but mock herself internally. How could she have thought he was gentle earlier?

Left with no choice, Lydia took a few sips. The bitter hangover soup numbed her tastebuds but made her mind much clearer.

She pushed against his chest, having mustered enough strength to shove him away.

Sensing that she was somewhat sobered up, Frederick handed the half-empty bowl to Gable and let her go.

"You are a daughter of the Sutton family. It was only right for you to wish Mrs. Sutton a happy birthday."

"Do not let your disgraceful behavior at the banquet happen again."

"Pick out some gifts tomorrow and send them over as an apology."

Lydia stared at his perpetually cold, indifferent face. "When my mother and I left the Sutton family, Meredith called me an ungrateful wretch and publicly severed all ties with me."

Hearing this, the man's eyes remained completely unfazed. "She spoke out of anger."

"She is still your grandmother."

"Grandmother?"

A bitter smile spread across Lydia's lips. Her large eyes grew bloodshot as she stared into Frederick's deep, dark eyes. "What kind of grandmother locks her granddaughter in a basement swarming with rats and cockroaches?"

"For three whole days, I nearly starved to death."

"All just to force me to admit that my mom was a bad mother who abandoned her husband and daughter."

It would never happen again!

Watching his resolute figure walk away, and remembering that she would get the divorce certificate the day after tomorrow, she managed to soothe her aching heart a little.

She withdrew her gaze, which landed on the flowing curtains by the balcony.

Fragments of earlier events flashed through her mind.

She had heard someone say 'Mr. Ford', seen a pair of eyes that didn't look like Frederick's, and she had vaguely seen a dark shadow dart past earlier.

Lydia's feet hit the floor as she approached the balcony and grabbed the sheer curtain.

If Xavier was the one who had taken her away tonight, if Xavier was the one who had kissed her... Memories of all their interactions since they met flooded her mind, and she suddenly didn't dare think any further.

Her heart was in her throat as she forcefully pulled back the curtain.

"Miss! Why aren't you wearing slippers! The broken glass on the floor hasn't been completely cleaned up yet!" Gable's panicked voice suddenly rang out.

She jumped, dazed for a moment. "I'm fine."

The tension was broken. Looking back at the balcony curtain, there was nothing behind it.

Only the swing swaying slightly in the wind, making a faint creaking sound.

Lydia looked across to the other side. Next door was the living room balcony of her own apartment, 1202, and beyond that was the balcony for 1201.

"Miss, hurry up and put these on."

"You can't walk barefoot until I do a deep clean tomorrow, understand?"

"It's best not to walk around barefoot anyway. Even though the weather is warming up, it's still easy to catch a cold."

She let go of the curtain and slipped into the slippers Gable brought over.