Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 107

107 Iron and Guilt

Chapter 107 Iron and Guilt

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“Mrs. Moore… maybe you could try a little of this?” One of the younger maids hesitated, then slid a dish from the far end of the table closer to Isabella. “Mr. Moore had it prepared for you.”

It was sautéed pork liver.

So… Xavier had ordered this for her?

Isabella glanced at the plate, but before she could speak, the maid quickly added, “Mr. Moore mentioned you donated blood today and said this helps with iron. But since it was his idea, you really don’t have to eat it if it’s not to your taste.”

“That’s right,” another maid chimed in. “There are plenty of other ways to get your strength back. You don’t need to follow Mr. Moore’s suggestions if you’d prefer not to.”

Isabella nearly choked on her food. The girls were acting as though guarding her from Xavier’s gestures was like holding back a tide. Even him having something made for her seemed to put them on edge.

“It’s fine, really, there’s no need to be so cautious. He wouldn’t dare poison me,” Isabella said after swallowing, trying to sound reassuring.

She half–expected them to snatch the plate away and toss it out any second.

Only then did the maids reluctantly press their lips together and fall quiet.

Isabella looked over the spread on the table and asked, “Have you all eaten yet?”

“Not yet, Mrs. Moore,” one replied.

“Please don’t worry about us. We usually eat after you and Mr. Moore are finished.”

“Besides, we like eating in our quarters–we can watch a show while we eat.”

With just that one question from Isabella, several maids jumped in to answer, their cheerful chatter bringing a soft smile to her face.

Yet there was something oddly familiar about this easy conversation and laughter.

Isabella had started interning at Moore Group even before graduating college. Back then, she handled every little task for Xavier with painstaking care.

In the beginning, even being asked to fetch a glass of water would send her into a flurry of excitement. If he threw in an extra question or two, she’d feel thrilled for the rest of the day.

But after they married, that sense of fulfillment had slowly faded….

Life would be so much sweeter if every day could feel like those early moments when they’d first met.

“Go grab some plates and utensils. Let’s eat together here.”

After saying that, Isabella switched on the room’s projector and motioned for the maid who’d mentioned watching shows to pick something she liked.

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Chapter 107 Iron and Guilt

The maids lit up with delight but still double–checked, “Are you sure it’s alright, Mrs. Moore? What if Mr. Moore-”

“He won’t mind. Xavier listens to me,” Isabella said casually, though the words stirred something quiet inside her.

In the past, she would never have dared say something like that out loud.

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Soon, all the maids had squeezed into the room. The coffee table and sofa in Isabella’s quarters were spacious enough that no one felt cramped even sitting together.

On screen was playing a romantic drama that, according to the maids, had been getting really popular lately.

From their chatter, Isabella gathered the leads had fallen in love young while struggling to make ends meet, only to be torn apart by a misunderstanding that lasted ten years.

When they crossed paths again, both had become accomplished in their fields. Yet neither knew the other still carried a torch for

them…

Ten years–such a long time. In real life, would anyone really stay the same, holding onto someone for that long?

After they finished eating, the maids cleared up, and Isabella helped carry a few things out of the room.

“Mr. Moore…”

One of the maids spotted Xavier in the living room as soon as they descended the stairs.

Isabella noticed a bottle of bourbon on the coffee table, a shallow pool of amber liquid still left in the glass beside it.

Xavier’s gaze shifted toward Isabella, who stood behind the small group of maids. The maids hurried toward the kitchen, and Isabella showed no intention of greeting him either, turning to head back upstairs.

“Isabella.”

Xavier rose from the sofa and called out to her.

Isabella turned back, and Xavier handed her a bag filled to the brim.

It had been sitting beside the couch, right next to where he’d been seated.

“What’s this?” Isabella took the bag and peered inside, curiously.

It was packed with various high–end iron supplements, vitamins, and wellness boosters–all premium brands.

Xavier spoke evenly, “Harry dropped these off earlier. They’re supplements–good for rebuilding your blood after donation.”

His tone sounded almost deliberate, as though he was putting distance between himself and the gesture,

But if he hadn’t asked Harry to bring them, why would Harry show up so eagerly with a bag full of health products?

Clearly, Xavier had felt guilty after seeing her give blood,

It was just that his guilt had come far too late.

Isabella looked at him and said quietly, “I don’t really need these. And you bought way too many.”

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