Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 211

The next morning, Lawrence woke up earlier than usual.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and the morning light slipped through the gap, falling across the empty half of the master bed.

He stared at it for a few seconds.

Last night, following his orders, the staff had completely refreshed the master bedroom. The side Wren used to sleep on had fresh pillowcases, her favorite diffuser was back on the nightstand, and they had even left an empty spot for her hand cream.

But she hadn't come back to sleep there.

Lawrence sat up, that familiar knot of frustration rising in his chest.

The East Wing Guest Suite.

She had made it so abundantly clear, as if terrified of being tied to him in any way.

But she was back.

As long as she was in The Langford Estate, things wouldn't stay frozen forever. Leo was here, Margaret was here, and the court expected them to co-parent. As the days went by, everything would naturally fall back into place.

Thinking this, the irritation in Lawrence's heart faded a little.

By the time he washed up and went downstairs, there were already voices in the dining room.

Wren was quietly reminding Leo, "The milk is too hot, let it cool for a minute."

Lawrence stopped at the foot of the stairs.

The dining room lights were warm. Leo sat beside Wren, his homework and breakfast spread out in front of him. Wren wasn't wearing the elegant dresses Eleanor usually prepared for her. Instead, she wore a simple, light-colored blouse with the sleeves rolled up, her hair casually tucked behind her ear.

She didn't look like the mistress of this house.

She looked more like a traveler making a brief stop.

Yet, the scene still gave Lawrence a long-lost illusion of normalcy.

He walked into the room. Leo saw him first and called out softly, "Dad."

Lawrence walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "What do you want to eat today?"

Leo looked at the spread on the table and said cautiously, "Anything is fine."

Wren pushed a small serving of scrambled eggs in front of the boy. "You said you wanted this last night."

Leo's eyes crinkled in a small, genuine smile.

Watching that smile, Lawrence felt as if something feather-light had brushed against his heart.

The boy was genuinely happy.

With Wren back, Leo would be fine.

As soon as the thought appeared, he felt that the court records and school evaluations weren't so glaringly offensive anymore. The problem wasn't the Langford family, and it wasn't him. Wren had just left too suddenly, and the boy hadn't adjusted.

Now that she was back, things would naturally get better.

Eleanor came downstairs then.

Seeing Wren sitting at the dining table, her expression was a fraction better than last night. She probably figured that since Wren was sitting in the Langford dining room, she finally had some leverage again.

He just thought the timing was inappropriate.

Lawrence had always been this kind of man. He rarely resolved conflicts; he only managed who witnessed them.

After breakfast, the driver was already waiting at the door.

Lawrence grabbed his coat and said to Wren, as naturally as breathing, "Ride in my car."

Wren handed Leo his backpack. "I'll drive myself."

Lawrence paused.

Leo looked up at them.

Lawrence held his temper. "We are going to the school together today."

"We can arrive together," Wren said. "We don't have to take the same car."

At those words, Lawrence's expression darkened.

He stared at her, a cold rejection flashing in his eyes. It was just a car ride, yet it felt like she was once again publicly shoving him out of his role as her husband.

Finally, Leo spoke up softly. "Mom, I want to ride in your car."

Lawrence looked at the boy.

Leo immediately lowered his head, as if terrified he had said the wrong thing.