Ignore Hubby and Son's Regret Shining Now novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Irked Demi

Demi hadn’t seen Rhea’s follow-up texts. She missed the one asking what time shed arrive, and the other saying she’d wait all day if she had to.

Right now, Demi sat in the backseat of the car, completely blank. Her gaze stayed fixed on the vehicle driving alongside them, matching their speed like it was stuck to them.

In the seat beside her, Orion smushed his cheek against the window. He grinned and shouted, “Mom Moen. look at me! I made a pig nose!”

He stuck his tongue out and flattened his nose against the glass, trying to make her laugh with silly faces.

But she didn’t even glance his way.

Nevin reached over and gently pulled him back. “Alright give your mom a break. Let her rest.”

Orion slumped a little. “Okay.” He stopped bothering het. But he couldn’t hide how crushed he felt. He’d tried every funny face he knew, but she hadn’t even smed.

He really gave it everything.

Demi leaned her head back and dozed off somewhere ong the ride.

Nevin noticed the driver calling her name a few times before she finally stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open. She took in her surroundings like she couldn’t figure out where she was

It wasn’t just nausea. The early stages of pregnancy were draining every ounce of her energy.

Nevin’s gaze sharpened for a second. Then he decided back off. Quiet care was better than upsetting her face-to-face.

When they pulled up to the house, Orion begged to go inside and visit his grandparents.

But Nevin stopped him at the door.

The next day came. Rhea messaged Demi two more times. No response. Not even a seen receipt. She couldn’t sit around anymore.

She walked into the building and headed straight to the front desk. “Hi, I’m looking for Demi. I’m Rhea. I just wanted to stop by and check on her.”

That afternoon, Rhea had picked out a fruit basket herself. The packaging looked elegant and expense But under the perfect fruit on top, she’d told the shopkeeper to pack the bottom with beussed and rotting

ones.

It wouldn’t hurt Demi. But if it made her queasy enough to throw up, that would be gread enoug

The receptionist gave Rhea a quick once-over. She had at sharp, put-together look. She clearly was just some nobody.

And she knew Demi personally. Probably one of those curate elite types,

The receptionist turned to the side and called upstairs

“Hi, Ms. Snow. There’s a woman here named Rhea asking to Me yo

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Chapter 87 irked Demi

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“Tell her no.”

“Yes, Ms. Snow.”

The receptionist wasn’t expecting that. She froze for half a beat.

Then she pasted on a calm smile and turned back. “I’m sorry. Ms. Snow’s a bit tied up right now.

Rhea’s expression almost cracked right then and there. I felt like Demi had just ripped her mask clean off and stepped on it.

She forced a polite smile and turned away. Her heels clicked faster across the tile as she walked out, like the couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

So what if Demi came from money?

Rhea clenched her jaw until it hurt. Fury swirled in her chest. Who the hell did Demi think she was, brushing her off like that?

Demi hadn’t expected Rhea to show up either. Did she really not feel even a shred of shame walking into the office of the woman she’d betrayed?

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