Chapter 3: Cannot Turn Against Immediately
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After finishing their meal, Theodore set his chopsticks down and watched Sigourney take the last bite of her bread before softly reminding her:
“I’m going to the company. Don’t cause trouble at home.”
Sigourney nodded rapidly, looking like an obedient little puppy.
As Theodore was about to step out the front door, Sigourney suddenly remembered something. She ran after him and grabbed his sleeve.
“So this evening… will you come home for the meal I cook?”
He turned back to look at her, initially planning to ignore her and leave, but she held onto his sleeve so tightly that he couldn’t take another step.
Sigourney’s eyes were shimmering with anticipation, awaiting his answer, frozen in place.
Theodore patted her hands that were clutching onto him.
“All right.”
Only after hearing his answer did Sigourney slowly loosen her grip.
Theodore turned and walked toward the car, leaving without looking back.
So gentle, so considerate, yet still maintaining that icy, expressionless face.
Just a few minutes after Theodore left, the doorbell rang. The Twilight villa wasn’t a place where just anyone could come and go. Even members of the Wang family were only guests there.
As for outsiders, they could forget about even stepping one foot inside.
There was only one person who could visit frequently—someone who could even stay over whenever she pleased.
And that person was Savannah, Sigourney’s beloved younger sister. The privilege of coming and going freely was something Sigourney had personally granted her.
Theodore despised strangers in his house, and he utterly loathed this fake woman.
He had long seen through Savannah’s intentions—she was after him. That was why she clung to Sigourney, using her as an excuse to visit frequently and throw herself at him.
But to Theodore, even sparing her a glance was a waste.
It was only because of Sigourney’s wishes that he begrudgingly allowed Savannah into his home.
Savannah wore an ultra-short dress that barely covered half of her thighs, with a plunging neckline revealing her full, ample chest. She must have thought Theodore was still home to have put in such an effort.
Little did she know, in his eyes, she looked like a dancer fresh out of a bar. Such an eyesore.
Sigourney watched her leisurely step into the front door, recalling the dark days of suffering she had endured in her past life.
Her gaze burned with murderous intent, as if she wanted to tear Savannah apart and devour her on the spot.
Savannah shivered under her intense stare, but she quickly put on her usual sweet and affectionate act as she ran over.
“What’s wrong, sis? That expression—did you argue with Theodore again? If only I had convinced Mom and Dad from the start not to let you marry him, things would have been so much better.”
Here we go again. The honeyed words, dripping with so-called concern. Savannah always fed Sigourney these seemingly sweet but actually poisonous remarks about her marriage.
But Sigourney was different now. She was no longer foolish enough to believe her.
She responded coldly: “From now on, stop calling him by his name. Call him ‘brother-in-law’ and show some respect.”
What? What kind of tone was this? Savannah was stunned by the icy, disdainful way Sigourney spoke. She forced herself to hold back, pretending not to notice and changed the subject.
“Theodore is still upstairs, right? I’ll go call him for you since you probably don’t want to.”
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? Call him ‘brother-in-law.’”
What? What on earth was wrong with her today? But at this moment, Savannah could only grit her teeth and comply.
“Yes, I understand… sis.”
“Too bad, he just left.”
Sigourney sneered, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and got up to leave. Savannah could no longer hold back, grabbing her arm and raising her voice in frustration.
“Sis, what’s wrong with you? Why are you being so cold to me today? Did he force you into this? How about this—this time, you pretend to attempt suicide, and—”
Sigourney turned around, watching Savannah chattering away about her so-called perfect divorce plan.
“You can’t live like this forever, you’ll never be happy. And it hurts me too. Just follow my plan. This time, it will work—he’ll definitely sign the divorce papers.”
“Are you done?”
She pushed Savannah’s hand away and gently patted her dear sister’s head, as if she truly appreciated her concern.
Then, she softly said: “He’s handsome, capable, and from a prestigious family. I’ve thought it over—I’m not divorcing him.”
Savannah panicked. If Sigourney didn’t divorce, how would she get her hands on Theodore? No, she had to put an end to this thought immediately.
“What? You’ll regret it, sis. I—”
“Aunt Miller, see Savannah to the car. Have Assistant Byrne escort her back to the Nichols residence.”
She cut Savannah off, subtly yet decisively kicking her out.
She might need some headache pills if she had to listen to any more of Savannah’s chatter.
“But, I haven’t—”
“Oh, right. From now on, don’t come here so often. I’ll have someone clean out the room you usually stay in. Theodore doesn’t like strangers in the house.”
Stranger? Since when did she become a stranger?! What was Sigourney thinking?!
Aunt Miller stepped in from outside, suppressing her distaste as she politely said: “Ms. Nichols, the car is waiting.”
“Go home. I have a headache and need to rest.”
Sigourney turned and quickly ascended the stairs, leaving no room for Savannah to hold her back.
Just looking at her right now gave her goosebumps.
“Also, when you go out, dress more modestly. Aren’t you cold?”
It wasn’t until Sigourney disappeared into her room that Savannah let out a huff and stormed off.
Aunt Miller let out a relieved sigh. Finally, Savannah would no longer be able to come here, flaunt herself in front of Mr. Theodore, and use Sigourney’s status to act high and mighty.
This time, the madam had finally come to her senses—she had finally seen through her.
…
At four in the afternoon, Aunt Miller returned with two large bags of ingredients, as per Sigourney’s instructions.
She busied herself washing and preparing the food, cooking nonstop until six in the evening when the meal was finally complete.
Sigourney looked at the beautifully arranged dishes on the table and smiled in satisfaction.
“My cooking skills aren’t too bad.”
Aunt Miller clasped her hands under her chin and smiled knowingly. Was this really the same young madam, personally preparing dinner for her husband?
She had thought she would never witness such a scene in her lifetime.
Aunt Miller had cared for Theodore since he was a child, loving him as if he were her own son.
He had never once looked at a woman. She had even thought that if he kept burying himself in work like this, he might never have a girlfriend.
And yet, out of nowhere, he got married, leaving her so stunned that she was in a daze for several days.
But in the past six months, there hadn’t even been a single normal conversation between this young married couple, let alone a scene like today.
This was good. Hopefully, Sigourney would come to terms with everything and live harmoniously with Theodore.
"Aunt Miller, I’m going upstairs to take a shower. Call me when he gets home."
"Yes, ma’am."
- Writer
