The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 138

"Grandma, I'm full. I'll head upstairs."

Preston watched her walk away, his face turning grim.

A creeping sensation of losing total control washed over him.

In the past, even if Chloe was mad, she never held a grudge this long.

No... before Jenna came back from abroad, she had never even been angry with him at all.

While he was lost in thought, Eleonora's voice broke the silence.

"Preston, is there something you'd like to tell me?"

He snapped out of it. "What?"

Eleonora's gaze was calm and incredibly focused as she stared him down.

"I mean, are you and Chloe hiding something from me?"

Preston faltered for a split second before chuckling, waving it off smoothly.

"What could Chloe and I possibly hide from you?"

"Don't worry. She's just mad at me about what happened a while ago."

"She saw me bring Dr. Macleod in to examine Jenna, and she thought it meant I prioritized Jenna. But how could I let a doctor examine my wife when I've never even worked with him before?"

"But since it upset her, I'll just bring him back for her. Once she cools off, I'll explain everything properly."

He said it all so casually, as if it didn't matter.

Eleonora's face, however, only grew more serious. "I don't think she's just angry. She isn't the type to throw a tantrum over nothing. Do you honestly think she'd go this far over a minor slight?"

"Preston, if there ever comes a day when Chloe is truly determined to divorce you, I will stand by her."

"Because I view her as my own granddaughter, completely separate from her status as your wife."

Preston stiffened. But he quickly forced his relaxed facade back into place, draping an arm around his grandmother's shoulders.

"Grandma, why are you worrying about this lately? Chloe and I are perfectly fine. Why would she ever divorce me?"

Eleonora sighed heavily. "I know Jenna saved your life, but..."

She paused, her tone absolute.

"But if she has any other designs on you, I will personally send her away."

Preston let out a sudden, bitter laugh. "Grandma, if she really had feelings for me, why would she have moved abroad without a single word back then?"

As he spoke, there was a trace of undeniable regret and longing in his voice—an emotion he didn't even realize he was projecting.

At the top of the stairs on the second floor, Chloe had been about to head back down. She heard that single sentence with crystal clarity.

She froze mid-step. It felt as though a serrated blade had been twisted into her chest. The pain was agonizing, yet mixed with a ridiculous sense of sheer absurdity.

He finally admitted it.

But why did it take him so long?

If she had known three years ago that he was keeping another woman in his heart, she would never have married him!