He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 136

Sylvia dug her nails into her palms so hard that her long manicured nails snapped off. Her eyes swirled with violent hatred.

By the time Scarlett woke up again, the sky outside was pitch black.

A dim nightlight glowed in the hospital room. Just as she sat up, a massive thud came from the doorway, sounding like a heavy object hitting the floor.

Startled, Scarlett quickly focused her eyes and realized Yardley had lost his balance and tumbled out of his chair.

Shocked, the words slipped out before she could stop them.

"Why are you still here?"

Yardley had folded his tall, six-foot frame into a tiny chair the entire time. He hadn't slept at first; he just sat at a distance, quietly guarding Scarlett and Dawn.

He realized his mind had been an absolute mess these past few days. It was only when he was sitting by his wife and daughter like this that his thoughts finally became clear.

It turned out that all the chaos and noise of the outside world didn't matter. What truly mattered was their family of three, resting peacefully in a space that belonged solely to them.

Even if he did nothing but sit silently and watch them sleep, it brought him an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace.

His daughter was like an unbreakable bond tying the two of them together. He finally experienced this magical connection... a full two months after his daughter's birth.

So many thoughts had raced through Yardley's mind.

He had bottled up so many things he wanted to say to Scarlett.

He didn't step closer, opting to stay right by the doorway, lowering his voice as much as possible.

"Scarlett, please don't get worked up. Dawn and Zara are both asleep. Can we step outside and talk for a minute?"

Scarlett felt an instinctive wave of revulsion.

"There is nothing to talk about. Go home."

Yardley had anticipated her response. "Didn't you want to talk about the divorce? Let's have a real conversation about it right now."

The word "divorce" instantly tugged at Scarlett's heartstrings.

She had been desperate to cut all ties with Yardley and end their marriage completely.

From now on, she just wanted to take her daughter and live a clean, quiet life, entirely free from his influence.

Eager to proceed, she threw off the covers and got out of bed, her voice low but icy.

Yardley was exceptionally demanding of her at work, but he did one thing perfectly.

He frequently ordered an array of high-end takeout for her. Knowing her tastes inside and out, he would often call her into his office to share a private meal, quietly watching her devour everything in sight.

In private, he used to playfully call her "Chubby" or "Little Piglet," but whenever he did, he would pull her into a tight embrace and lift her off the ground.

Then, Scarlett would wrap her legs around his waist, and caught in the moment, they would share deep, passionate kisses.

That intoxicating intimacy felt like it belonged to a completely different lifetime.

Staring at the table full of food, Scarlett's eyes glazed over as scenes from the past flooded her mind.

"Don't just stand there, little glutton. Eat up before the food gets cold."

Yardley gently pulled her down into a seat and handed her a fragrant bowl of rice.

The rice smelled sweet and appetizing—it was Thai jasmine rice, her absolute favorite.

The familiar scent instantly awakened her appetite.

Driven by a primal love for food, she picked up her bowl. After taking the first bite, she couldn't put her silverware down.