Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Stella hung up the phone

When she looked up, Evan was standing in the doorway. He was holding a bowl of soup, his gaze fixed on

her face.

His eyes were dark, deep, like still water you couldn’t see the bottom of. There was no way to tell what he was thinking.

Stella frowned. “What now? Planning to force-feed me another bowl and send me back to the hospital?”

The sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.

Evan walked over and sat down at the edge of the bed. “Relax. This was made by a nutritionist. It’s tailored for your recovery.”

“Oh? Tailored for what exactly?” Stella arched a brow, her gaze turning even more mocking. “My period?”

He didn’t believe she had miscarried.

Now he didn’t even believe she could get pregnant.

So what else could the nutritionist possibly be preparing for?

Evan met the mockery in her eyes.

For a split second, something flickered through his expression.

Calm.

And yet… unhinged.

That was the feeling she gave him right now.

On the surface, she looked perfectly composed. But it felt like she could snap at any second.

“Drink the soup first,” Evan said.

Faced with that quiet, volatile calm, he forced himself to stay patient.

He didn’t dare bring up Summer’s name.

The moment he did, she would lose control.

Especially when it came to anything involving a child.

Stella didn’t move. She just looked at him calmly.

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Evan sighed, his tone softening. “You need to take care of your body first if you want to have a baby, okay?”

Stella let out a low laugh. “You really think I still want a child right now?”

Once, she did.

Back when he had taken her out of the Wright estate, she had imagined they would build a life together.

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Maybe even have a child.

But now she knew she had been wrotig

Evan was still a Wright.

And that alone was the root of everything between them.

As long as she stayed with him, she would never get to be a mother.

If she ever wanted that for herself, she had to divorce him.

Evan heard the growing edge in her voice and felt a wave of helplessness.

“Just have some soup, okay?”

Bringing up a child had been a mistake.

He knew better than anyone that it was the one thing she couldn’t handle right now.

And yet he had still said it.

He had always been like this. Once he decided something, he pushed forward without backing down.

Stella said flatly, “Have the kitchen make me something normal. Or some dessert.”

If she had to eat, she would eat something yummy.

This soup?

Who knew what was in it.

What if it sent her bleeding again?

With that, she turned over and lay down, facing away from him.

Evan sat there at the edge of the bed, the bowl still in his hand, frozen midair.

Something in his chest suddenly felt hollow.

Especially the look she had just given him.

That look…

She didn’t trust him.

All because of that bowl of soup.

He thought about how, the moment he got back, he had personally instructed the kitchen on what to make

for her. He had even watched the ingredients go in himself.

He had been terrified of making the same mistake again and sending her back to the hospital.

Behind him, Stella spoke coldly, “Get out.”

Evan:

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