What She Overheard in Her Own Marriage novel Chapter 352

During that time, he frequently held meetings with Kaia to discuss strategies and proposals. It was then he realized she was far more brilliant than he had ever imagined.

"Habits?" Finnian murmured the word softly. "It's true that people are products of their environment. Habits become second nature. Some might seem insignificant, but once they're gone, they turn into an obsession, deeply rooted in the heart."

"Finnian, has your dynamic with Dr. Chavez created any habits that outsiders can't replace?"

"A few, but they're just everyday things. Nothing major," Finnian replied evenly.

He brushed it off verbally, but his mind automatically began filtering through all the little details involving Kaia.

Before a business trip, she would pack his bags, making sure to include everything down to his razor and charging cables. She'd offer a warm send-off and check in the moment he landed.

When he was sick, she would take time off work to make him soup, sit by his bedside, and check his temperature in the middle of the night. Sometimes he found her fussing annoying, but she would only respond with a gentle smile.

Kaia had a background in traditional medicine. Whenever he worked late and accidentally woke her coming to bed, she would throw on a robe, tell him to lie on his stomach, and massage his stiff neck and shoulders, working out the tension point by point.

Finnian's brow furrowed tightly as he tried to shake off those mundane memories. He convinced himself that any other woman could do those trivial chores—maybe even better than Kaia.

There was no point dwelling on it.

After finishing their drinks, Finnian made his decision: he would personally arrange for Noelle to go on a date with Julian.

Noelle had always carried herself with a touch of fragility, a result of being pampered by the Sanders family. Other men might not understand her temperament and fail to care for her properly.

But Julian had grown up alongside her. He knew all her little quirks and would undoubtedly tolerate—even embrace—them.

Handling internal corporate affairs took up the next two days. Noelle visited his office once, but they only discussed business. Before she left, Finnian comforted her, telling her not to let his grandmother's harsh words get to her. A visible flash of hurt crossed Noelle's face, but she held back her complaints, putting on a brave front.

Finnian finally managed to call his daughter. Hearing that Simon Quinn hadn't followed them to France instantly put his mind at ease. He wanted to say something to Kaia afterward, but she refused to acknowledge him.

On the third day, Finnian finally arranged the dinner.

He chose The Chef's Table, an exclusive private kitchen they used to frequent. They had a secluded private room with a view of a meticulously landscaped courtyard.

Arriving early, he ordered Noelle's favorite dishes and brought a bottle of premium red wine.

While waiting for them, Finnian stood by the window, rolling an unlit cigarette between his fingers since it was a non-smoking room.

He just rolled it, unable to pin down the feeling in his chest.

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