CEO's Caged Ex-wife

Chapter 7 Let Everything Return to the Beginning

When Florence woke up in the morning, Nathan was not in the room.

Eleanor was gradually waking up. She sat in bed, glanced at Florence, and then looked around the room. Not seeing Nathan, her gaze calmly settled on Florence.

"Nathan has been considerate of you. Normally, he holds me in his arms while sleeping."

"Oh, really?"

Florence smiled, raising her eyes to look at the drowsy woman on the bed.

"Your husband has just died, and you have already slept with his younger brother. Imagine him rolling over in his grave!"

As soon as Florence finished speaking, the door was pushed open from the outside. Her words reached Nathan's ears without missing a single syllable. His face instantly darkened, anger flashing in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of losing his temper but ultimately held back.

"Florence, Nathan..."

Eleanor, seeing Nathan, panicked slightly and began to speak but was immediately stopped by Nathan's cold voice.

"Why are you still standing here? Go wash up!"

Florence didn't argue with Nathan. She turned and walked into the bathroom. The moment the bathroom door closed, the facade of strength she had maintained crumbled completely. She leaned heavily on the pristine sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror—pale and lifeless.

So, Nathan not holding Eleanor in front of her was his way of saving her face!

After washing up, Florence forced a stiff smile in the mirror, pretending to be strong, and walked out. Eleanor still looked like she had just woken up, but instead of appearing dishevelled, she exuded a sweet, youthful charm as she leaned against the headboard, allowing two nurses to take her blood pressure.

Nathan stood nearby, watching intently.

Florence had just sat on the sofa when Nathan's voice rang out.

"Ellie wants seafood chowder from Royal Feast. Go buy it!"

Florence was about to ignore him when his voice sounded again.

"After buying it, get out of here. You're just in the way!"

Florence told herself not to care, but her heart still ached. She glanced at the two in the distance, stood up from the sofa and walked toward the door. The two men were still there, but they didn't stop her this time. Compared with staying in the hospital, buying food was nothing.

Once outside the hospital, Florence finally took a deep breath.

Royal Feast wasn't far from the hospital but wasn't close either. Florence had no intention of worrying about whether Eleanor would be hungry later. She walked to a distant bus stop, waited for a while, and finally boarded a bus. She found a seat and sat quietly, gazing out the window.

At some point, she had developed a habit of doing nothing, thinking nothing, and quietly watching the world outside.

The bus passed one stop before Florence snapped out of her thoughts. She got off. The glaring sunlight shone down from above. Florence's vision darkened, and she stood still for a long time before gradually recovering. She didn't take another bus but walked back to the previous stop.

Royal Feast, with its antique decor, claimed to be a royal kitchen, and its prices reflected that.

Florence waited in line for a long time before finally buying the seafood chowder. The blinding sunlight hit her as she walked out the door, and her vision darkened again. She thought she would be fine shortly, but before she could recover, her head grew heavy, and she collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness...

"Someone fainted!"

A few people at the entrance shouted and rushed over.

From one of the private rooms, a man in casual clothes, who had just finished his meal, walked out with a woman in his arms. As they passed the entrance, he glanced casually but stopped abruptly when he saw Florence's face...

Nathan was feeding Eleanor when Nicholas called.

"Nathan, don't blame Florence. Maybe she had something urgent to attend to."

Eleanor spoke in a considerate tone, pretending to be understanding.

Nathan's face was grim, but he said nothing. It had taken her three hours to buy the seafood chowder. He had never known Florence to be so rebellious. In the past, she had always followed him tirelessly, carefree and full of energy.

Just as Eleanor took a sip of chowder, she caught Nathan's distracted expression. She was about to speak when she choked on it.

"Cough…!"Eleanor coughed heavily, her face turning red.

She looked at the man before her, realizing he hadn't noticed. He was about to feed her another spoonful.

"Nathan..."

She was about to say something when Nathan's phone rang. Before she could do anything, he shoved the bowl of porridge into her hands and walked to the window to answer the call.

"Hello!"

Nathan's expression changed drastically as he listened to the call. He hurried toward the door, speaking urgently, "I have something urgent to attend to. Call Harper to come and take care of you."

By the time Eleanor reacted, Nathan was already gone.

"Bang!"

The bowl was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces. A hateful glint flashed in Eleanor's eyes.

"b***h!"

Over the past few days, although Nathan had been by her side, Eleanor knew his thoughts were never indeed on her. He would get up and leave whenever there was any movement in the adjacent room where Florence was staying. After Florence was discharged, he would call the Brooks mansion every few hours.

She had wanted Florence to come to the hospital to humiliate her, but Nathan had agreed because he wanted to see Florence. He was worried about her!

Last night was the only time Nathan had stayed in her room, and it wasn't out of concern for her—it was because Florence was there.

In a luxurious apartment, Nathan found Nicholas lounging on the sofa, reading a financial news report.

"Where is she?"

Looking around the room, Nathan turned to the man on the sofa and asked.

Nicholas didn't answer immediately. Instead, he glanced at his watch and smiled faintly. "Not bad. It usually takes about twenty minutes to get here from the hospital, but you made it in eight minutes and forty-five seconds. It seems she holds some place in your heart after all."

Nathan glared coldly but didn't respond.

Knowing that provoking Nathan further wouldn't be wise, Nicholas stopped beating around the bush and said, "It's nothing serious. She probably has heatstroke and a slight fever. Erica is looking after her in the other room."

Hearing that Florence only had heatstroke, Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to head into the bedroom when Nicholas called out to him.

"Let everything return to the beginning."

"What?"

Nathan paused and turned to look at Nicholas.

Nicholas stood up from the sofa and looked at the man before him, speaking earnestly, "Nathan, we've all seen how much you've loved Eleanor over the years. You thought Michael liked her, so you chose to step aside. But love is inherently selfish. Now that Michael has passed away, let everything return to the beginning."

Nathan lowered his gaze, remaining silent. Nicholas pleaded, "When Michael died, he entrusted Eleanor to you. In a way, it was his way of giving you his blessing. Why must you..."

Before Nicholas could finish, a soft cough interrupted him. Both men turned toward the corner of the room, where Erica stood awkwardly, shrugging at them. Behind her stood Florence, dressed in a grey tracksuit.

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