I Loved You in the Dark Until Someone Loved Me in the Light novel Chapter 147

York studied her face. She looked calm and natural, not at all like she was lying.

He gave a faint nod and scooped another bowl of hearty chicken soup for her.

By the time dinner ended, it was already past nine o'clock.

Beatrice and the grandfather adored Gillian and kept her chatting for a long time. Finally, York intervened, stating that Gillian needed her rest, which brought the evening to a close.

They stepped out of The Foster Estate around ten. The night air was heavy with dew, and a blast of freezing wind made Gillian shiver.

A second later, Gillian felt a weight settle on her shoulders. York had draped his coat over her. The warm fabric carried his crisp, clean scent, smelling incredibly comforting.

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, meeting the man's placid gaze. He simply said, "Don't freeze the baby."

She pressed her lips together, lowering her eyes as she silently opened the car door and got in.

Sometimes, in fleeting moments of delusion, Gillian genuinely felt like he cared for her...

But having Hailey as a comparison made it brutally clear that it wasn't love. It was just that when he was in a good mood and had the patience, he would toss her a few crumbs of kindness.

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That night.

Gillian went back to sleep at The Foster Penthouse.

It was too late, and she didn't want to wake her mother by returning to the rental apartment, so she just stayed with him.

"I'll take the guest room." Gillian instinctively walked toward the spare bedroom.

But a warm, large hand wrapped around her wrist. Gillian turned to look at him.

York stated flatly, "Sleep in the master bedroom."

"We're a married couple. Are you really going to be dramatic and demand separate beds?"

Gillian took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a twinge of pity for Hailey, who was far away abroad.

"York, do you realize what you're doing right now is two-timing?" Gillian stared at him with freezing eyes. "Can your little girlfriend really handle you sharing a bed with me?"

The man looked at her, a hint of amusement lighting up his dark eyes. He asked with genuine interest, "Mrs. Foster actually has the energy to worry about her?"

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