The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 466

The next morning, Evelyn came downstairs early. Dressed in a cozy, casual cardigan, her hair fell loose over her shoulders, and her bare face looked as fresh as if she had just woken up. She sat down at the dining table and slowly ate her oatmeal. Sebastian sat next to her, not eating, just quietly watching her.

When Madeline came down the stairs, this was the scene she walked into—the two of them sitting peacefully together, one eating breakfast, the other entirely captivated by her.

"Morning," Madeline yawned, taking a seat on the opposite side.

Evelyn gave a soft "Mhm" and continued eating. Sebastian pushed Madeline's breakfast toward her—fried eggs, bacon, and croissants. The chef's exquisite plating looked like it belonged in an entirely different world compared to the simple, home-style dishes Evelyn was eating.

Madeline had just taken a bite of her croissant when Felton approached from the end of the hall, offering a slight bow. "Ms. Charles, Jean Meyer is here."

Evelyn set her spoon down. "Show him in."

With her mouth full of croissant, Madeline mumbled in confusion, "Jean Meyer? Which Jean Meyer?"

Felton offered a polite, serene smile. "Mr. Jean Meyer. The founder of the House of Meyer. Every season, he personally visits to design Ms. Charles's new wardrobe."

Madeline nearly choked on her pastry. The House of Meyer—the crown jewel of French haute couture. The creative director, Jean Meyer, was a living legend in the fashion industry. She had seen multi-page spreads of his exclusive interviews in magazines, featuring photos of him standing in his atelier surrounded by models and half-finished gowns. She had assumed a man of his stature only existed backstage at Paris Fashion Week or in elite VIP salons that required a three-year waiting list. She never imagined he would show up at the Charles Estate dining room on a random morning, carrying a tailor's kit.

"He actually does house calls?" Madeline's voice squeaked in disbelief.

Felton nodded, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather. "Ms. Charles's wardrobe has always been personally overseen by Mr. Meyer. Once a quarter, for many years now."

Evelyn stood up and wiped her mouth. "Have him wait for me in the living room. I'll be right there."

Felton acknowledged the order and turned to leave.

As Evelyn turned to follow, Sebastian suddenly spoke up. "That's my oversight," he said, his voice heavy with self-reproach. "I didn't even think about your clothes."

Evelyn looked at him. "Why would you need to think about that?"

Sebastian didn't answer. His gaze flicked to her waist. Hidden beneath the loose cardigan, it wasn't incredibly obvious, but he knew she was gaining weight and that her old clothes were likely getting snug. He should have thought of this, but it hadn't even crossed his mind. Caring for details like this had never been part of his world.