The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 358

"You still need to rest as much as possible. Don't push yourself just because you're feeling better."

"I know. Don't come over tonight. Stay home and spend some time with Alora."

Riley remembered bumping into Lady Eleanor earlier that day. "You have plans tonight?"

"Yeah. Grandmother wants me to go back to the manor to have dinner with her."

Riley's grip on her phone tightened. She waited for him to keep going, to mention that he was going with Winona. But after a long pause, all she got was, "Why are you so quiet?"

"I have something to take care of here. I need to hang up."

"Okay."

Riley ended the call and stood by the window in the hallway, staring blankly at the scenery outside.

Why didn't he tell her?

When exactly was he planning to tell Lady Eleanor the truth about his fake relationship with Winona?

He was dating her now. Continuing to play pretend with Winona just didn't seem right.

The Cloudview Terrace, Study.

Sebastian sat at his desk reviewing documents.

Franklin knocked and entered. "Mr. St. John, we've confirmed it. Victoria St. John is indeed divorced. And she arrived in Statenbury on the exact day of the ambush. However, she didn't show her face immediately; she secretly checked into a hotel and only contacted Lady Eleanor the next day, who then sent a car to bring her to the estate."

Sebastian's eyes instantly turned freezing cold. This was absolutely no coincidence. "Have you tracked down Mason Reed's location yet?"

"Not yet."

Sebastian pondered for a moment. "Investigate Victoria St. John. See if we can trace Mason through her."

"Yes, sir," Franklin replied.

If they truly found a link to Mason through Victoria, it would confirm that the person who wanted the boss dead was his own aunt.

After getting off work, Riley first went to buy some gifts for the visit, then headed home to pick up Alora.

She didn't drive. The car was a gift from Sebastian, and she felt incredibly guilty about the idea of driving a car he bought her straight to the St. John family estate. Plus, she couldn't hold Alora while driving, meaning she would have to bring Mrs. Gable along.

Bringing a plus-one to a place like the St. John estate without the host's permission was extremely rude.

So, Riley took a cab while holding Alora.

The taxi pulled up to the grand gates of the St. John estate, and after Riley got out, a butler drove her the rest of the way to the main manor.

As the car stopped in front of the main building, Riley spotted Sebastian's black Rolls-Royce parked nearby.

Riley stepped out of the car holding her baby, while the butler followed closely behind carrying her gifts.

Riley lowered her head, her fingers curling tightly in her lap.

"Why are you looking at Riley?" Lady Eleanor asked, confused.

Winona withdrew her gaze, lowering her head shyly. "Lady Eleanor, I'm still young. I'm still in school."

"Aren't you about to graduate? Don't worry, if you still want to get your master's and keep studying, you just go right ahead. I'll personally take care of the baby for you."

With her head down, Winona had absolutely no idea how to respond to that.

Nearby, Victoria finished her phone call and smiled. "Mom, you're being far too impatient. Sebastian and Winona aren't even married yet. Where is the logic in having a child before the wedding?"

Lady Eleanor realized she had been a bit too eager and laughed. "Look at me, my old age is making me foolish." She then looked at Winona, asking tentatively, "Winona, you and Sebastian have been dating for a while now. Do you want me to start preparing for the wedding?"

Riley's fingers curled even tighter into her palms, but in this situation, she had absolutely no right or standing to say a single word.

"Grandmother."

A familiar, deep, and crisp voice rang out.

Riley looked up and saw Sebastian walking toward them. The man was wearing a slate-gray dress shirt and black trousers that perfectly accentuated his long, straight legs. His strides were steady and powerful, showing absolutely no sign that his left leg was injured, or that just a week ago, he couldn't even get out of bed.

His gaze met hers for a single second before quickly shifting away, as if it were nothing more than a casual glance.