Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 98 - : He’ll Regret Saving Me

Russell trailed off, glancing at Daniel with a worried look.

"Huh?" Chantelle wasn't sure she understood what Russell meant.

After finishing the IV drip, she didn't want to stay in bed any longer. She got up, changed her clothes, and took Kane's hand, leading him downstairs.

"Wow, it smells amazing!" Kane's eyes lit up as the aroma of delicious food filled the air.

He hadn't eaten anything since morning, and his stomach growled in protest.

His first instinct was to run toward the kitchen to see what was cooking. But just as he took the first step, he hesitated and pulled his foot back.

Chantelle felt a small hand gripping hers tightly.

She realized the little guy was worried about her. Leaning down, she picked him up and said, "Come on. I'll take you to the kitchen to see what's cooking!"

Kane hesitated, resisting slightly. He didn't want to burden his mother, knowing she was still weak.

"I can walk on my own, Auntie Chantelle. Just put me down!"

"Don't worry. Mommy is just fine!"

Chantelle didn't put him down. Instead, she whispered softly in his ear, reassuring him.

Although Kane was unsure, he stopped resisting and let Chantelle carry him to the kitchen.

The moment she walked in, she was completely stunned!

In the open kitchen, four or five people in aprons were busy at work. They moved synchronically and each of them focused on a different task.

The long dining table in front of her was filled with an array of perfectly prepared dishes.

Even without tasting them, the rich aroma alone promised a feast for the senses.

Mr. Charles, the head of the group, immediately stopped what he was doing when he saw Chantelle carrying Kane. He walked over to her respectfully.

"Lunch will be ready soon, Ms. Chantelle. Please come this way."

He guided her to the dining table, where Daniel, standing nearby, pulled out a chair for her.

Kane climbed onto the seat beside her. His eyes sparkled as he stared at the spread of his favorite dishes on the table.

"Did you plan all of this?" Chantelle glanced sideways at the man next to her.

From her angle, his sharp jawline was clearly visible. The sunlight streaming in from outside made it seem as if he was glowing.

"It's just simple home-cooked food. I'm not sure if it suits your taste, Ms. Chantelle."

Instead of answering her question, Daniel sat beside her and placed a bowl of Westlake-style borscht soup in front of her.

Chantelle's eyes twitched as she stared at the dish.

How did he know she liked Westlake-style borscht soup?

Not only that, but the way it was prepared was exactly how she preferred it...

Her heartbeat quickened.

Without a word, Chantelle took a spoonful of the Westlake-style borscht soup and tasted it.

The aroma was rich and inviting.

The flavor was exactly how she liked it.

Her heart felt conflicted.

She remembered how much she once loved Ozlido cuisine and how she had wanted to cook it for Daniel.

This soup was the first dish she had ever learned.

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It was bittersweet.

She had cooked this dish every day until the day they parted, yet he had never once tasted her cooking.

Now, as she thought back, regret filled her heart.

For a moment, the soup no longer tasted the same. It was meant to be sweet and sour, but now all she could taste was a trace of bitterness.

Then, with a soft plop, a tear fell into the bowl.

The sound startled her, pulling her back to reality.

"It's delicious. That was very thoughtful of you, Mr. Wilson."

"As long as you like it, Ms. Chantelle."

Daniel kept his eyes on her. The moment he saw the tear fall into the bowl, a sharp pain pierced his heart.

He had wronged her far too much.

Maybe it was the weight of his guilt, but after finishing his meal, he didn't stay at Western Hill Villa. He left quickly, taking Ashton with him—almost as if he were escaping.

He didn't even take Kane with him.

Chantelle remained silent. To ease Kane's worries, she stayed with him for a long time. Eventually, he relaxed and fell asleep by evening.

Once he was asleep, she took out her phone and called Thea.

Last night, something unexpected happened.

Chantelle found out that Thea was stopped by a customer just as she was about to leave.

That delay had disrupted the plan.

But Chantelle had a feeling things weren't as simple as they seemed.

"Chantie! Are you okay? I called you so many times, but you never answered! I was scared something bad happened. I was about to call the cops!" Thea's anxious voice came through the phone.

"I'm fine, don't worry. I also caught the assassin last night."

"Sigh... If it weren't for that difficult customer, I wouldn't have been late. You wouldn't have had to face danger alone..." Thea sounded guilty. She had chosen the meeting spot. She never expected Chantie to run into an assassin.

Whoever was behind this assassination was going to pay. If she found out who it was, she'd sew his face shut with her sewing machine!

"It's alright. If you had been there last night, the three of us might have died!" Chantelle didn't hold back her thoughts.

"Three? Did you invite someone else to meet up last night?" Thea's heart raced, sensing juicy gossip.

"Daniel was there."

"Woah! Chantie, are you taking your ex-husband on dates with your best friend now? Sounds like you had a great time!"

"Stop talking nonsense. He just happened to be passing by. Umm... he also saved my life."

"What? Daniel saved you again? Chantie, are you sure he doesn't have feelings for you?"

"So what if he has feelings for me? Once he finds out who I really am, he'll only regret saving me!"

"How can you be so sure he doesn't already know, Chantie?"

Thea's words carried a deeper meaning.

Chantelle's grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles turned white.

"If he knew, he wouldn't have saved me."

When she said that, it felt like a heavy stone was dragging her deep into the ocean, making it harder to breathe.