After Divorce, I Became A Queen novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 Don’t Say I Made It...

Aurora sprinted into the room and shut the door from the inside.

She was fully aware that, regardless of what he did tonight, she didn't want to interact with him and had no intention to argue with him over those messy things.

It did not make any sense.

After washing up, she reclined on the bed and stroked her abdomen with one hand. She vowed to herself that she would depart now and wait patiently for a divorce tomorrow.

She awoke late in purpose the following morning. Running to the window was the first thing she did. She cast a downward glance. The third day witnessed the same thing.

Why was Sion's car still here?

Hadn't he gone yet?

Aurora scowled before swiftly getting dressed and heading downstairs.

"Aurora?"

A female voice came from the kitchen. She looked over in surprise. "Mrs. Wheeler, didn't you have a holiday?"

Mrs. Wheeler provided a holiday for the house's drivers and employees since Bailey Carroll was in the hospital. She was informed of that. She knew that.

Why did she return?

"Oh. Sion asked me to come back to take care of you." She smiled and handed her the hot milk. "Hurry up. Go and have breakfast. Sion should be in the living room."

Take care of her?

Was Sion Carroll going to let her stay at home like this?

Aurora gave the milk in her palm a quick glance. She was thinking about the man in the living room. As she walked, she turned to put the milk on the dining table.

Sure enough, as soon as she reached the entryway, she heard a keystroke.

Sion looked up at the sound of footsteps. He said with a clear voice, "Have woken up? To enjoy breakfast."

Aurora stood still. "Why do you still stay at home?"

"This is my home. Why can't I be here?" Sion put down the computer in his hand and walked to her calmly. "Have breakfast first."

"No."

Aurora turned her head, and her insides burned with anger again.

What the hell was he talking about?

Others might misunderstand their relationships if they saw such a scene!

"Don't eat breakfast? You shouldn't." Sion's facial expression did not change, and he stretched out a hand to pull her, "I also haven't eaten. I am waiting for you."

"..." Aurora glared at him. "Shouldn't you be going to the office or the hospital? Why are you still here?"

"Care about me so much?" Sion smiled, but not so sincerely.

"Eat first."

"You're not leaving, are you?" Aurora shook off his hand. "I'll leave if you don't!"

"You can't go either."

He held her tightly while looking at her with his beautiful dark eyes.

At this time, the door was opened, and then Ariana Knowles walked in from outside.

She was somewhat taken aback by what she saw in the living room. Her voice was weak, "You... Is This?"

All she wanted to do was get home so she could shower and get dressed. How did she run into them arguing at home?

"We're fine."

Sion quickly put his arm around Aurora's shoulder and said, "I'm working. Aurora asked me to go to breakfast."

"Really? Aurora, you don't look good. What's wrong?"

Ariana Knowles squinted at them suspiciously. She did not trust them.

Aurora pursed her lips tightly, and her gaze fell on Ariana Knowles' tired face. Her formerly healthy skin had changed significantly, and her dark circles were now extremely noticeable.

How could she let Ariana worry about it all the time when she was so exhausted?

"Mrs. Wheeler, did you buy the black-boned chicken I asked you to buy this morning?"

Mrs. Wheeler was washing dishes. She turned her head, "I've bought it! Look at it. It's fresh!"

"Um, in the fridge?"

"Yes, on the top shelf."

Sion opened the refrigerator and took the chicken out of it. He put it in the sink to clean it.

Mrs. Wheeler hurriedly quickened her efforts, "Sion! You put it there. Leave it to me!"

When had he ever cooked? Moreover, she was here to cook.

"No." Sion was processing the chicken in his hand. He looked noble and eye-catching, and he was completely methodical. "I'll make this soup. You go take care of business."

It completely surprised Mrs. Wheeler.

She watched him grow up. Sion led a pampered life, and he seldom took the initiative to do the housework. Today he was actually for the first time ready to cook up chicken soup?

Did he do this for Aurora?

She did not dare to ask him. Nor did Sion speak.

Before long, the fragrance of the fresh chicken soup had filled the whole room. The mouth-watering taste revealed his efforts.

Sion took off his apron and carefully filled a bowl.

"Mrs. Wheeler, would you take it up for her? Please remind her that it's a little hot."

After a pause, he added, "Don't tell her it's made by me."

"AH... ?"

Mrs. Wheeler looked puzzled, for a long time to understand the reason. She opened and shut his mouth. She stared at him and finally sighed, carrying the chicken soup upstairs.

Young people nowadays were so stubborn!