Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 642: Hoping Someone Will Keep Her Company
For Vanessa Sterling, Christmas Eve was no different from usual.
She had frozen dumplings for dinner and spent the entire day drawing at her desk.
Although Miles Sterling hadn’t appeared for several days, due to the cold weather, she didn’t go out. In the afternoon, Audrey Sutton brought her a cutely wrapped apple.
Initially, Audrey asked her to go out and play, but Vanessa was somewhat apprehensive about Miles, fearing that she might accidentally disrupt the rare peace of the past few days, so she declined Audrey’s invitation, citing illness.
In truth, she longed for excitement and wanted to go out and chat with girls her age.
She hoped for company; although she was often alone, it wasn’t because she enjoyed solitude.
"Meow~" Blackie woke up and jumped off the bed, stretching lazily on the floor before walking over to Vanessa’s feet.
Vanessa reached out to pick up Blackie, placing him in her lap, gently caressing his soft fur. Blackie lay comfortably on her legs, looking content.
"Ding dong—"
"Ding dong—"
The doorbell rang twice in quick succession. Blackie jumped off Vanessa’s legs and ran to the door crack.
Wondering who it could be, Vanessa gently pushed open her room door, nudged Blackie back inside, and closed the door.
The doorbell kept ringing urgently, indicating the person outside was impatient.
The surveillance camera outside had broken some time ago, and there was no peephole on the door, so Vanessa had to ask before opening the door: "Who is it?"
"Open the door now!" It was Wendy Jennings’ slightly angry voice.
Vanessa didn’t know why Wendy had come, but since she had already spoken, she couldn’t pretend not to have heard. She had to slowly open the door.
Wendy immediately squeezed in through the gap, not bothering to change her shoes, and walked straight inside. Seeing no sign of Miles on the first floor, she headed directly upstairs, calling out, "Son?! Son!"
Vanessa closed the door and gently reminded, "He’s not here."
Wendy halted, glaring fiercely at Vanessa, demanding, "Where has he gone?!"
Vanessa shook her head, "He hasn’t returned for several days."
Wendy eyed Vanessa with disbelief and suspicion, berating her while descending the stairs, "Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of him here? How come you don’t know where he is? How are you taking care of him? If anything happens to my son, even ten of your miserable lives wouldn’t be enough to compensate!"
Vanessa had heard enough harsh words, letting them go in one ear and out the other, not taking them to heart.
After scolding, Wendy paused and then commanded Vanessa, "Call him and ask where he is!"
Vanessa pressed her lips together and said nothing, standing at a distance, clearly unwilling to contact Miles.
Wendy, unaware of the reasons, only urged more harshly, "Why aren’t you moving?!"
Vanessa sighed, went into her room to fetch her phone, dialed Miles’ number, and then handed the phone to Wendy.
Wendy hesitated for a moment, reluctantly taking Vanessa’s phone with a frown.
The call wasn’t answered for a long time, and Wendy grew increasingly impatient with the "beep, beep" on the other end.
But compared to her own phone, which her son had blocked, it was good enough that Vanessa’s phone could get through.
In a luxurious large private room, multicolored lights changed shade at intervals of fractions of a second, seemingly flashing in rhythm with the DJ dance track playing within.
The room was large, comparable to a small music bar, crowded with people, men and women, intimately entwined in the dance floor, swaying bodies to the music’s beat.
On the sofa against the wall, Miles Sterling reclined lazily, an unfocused look in his eyes.
The coffee table in front of him was almost filled with empty bottles, indicating he’d drunk quite a lot, already a little tipsy.
The deafening music in the room drowned out his ringing phone in his pocket, leaving him seated there, seemingly a soulless shell.
A sensual woman leaned over, snuggling into his arm, looking at him with concern, "Miles, what’s wrong? You seem upset these days; even when you come out to play, you just get drunk alone. At night, you go to the hotel and fall asleep by yourself without spending time with me..."
Miles frowned and pushed the woman away, seemingly unwilling to be disturbed.
The woman felt something vibrating when she snuggled closer. She looked down at his coat and reached over to check but was smacked away by Miles.
The force was considerable, leaving the woman’s hand red, and she explained with an aggrieved expression, "Your phone seems to be ringing."
Miles frowned impatiently, thinking it was Wendy calling. He took out his phone, intending to hang up without looking, but as he prepared to slide the red button, a butterfly-shaped icon caught his eye...
This was the contact icon he had set for Vanessa Sterling.
After setting it, he rarely saw the icon appear because Vanessa almost never called him.
For a moment, Miles felt disoriented, wondering if he was seeing things through drunken eyes or dreaming.
Rubbing his eyes to confirm the phone screen hadn’t changed, he slowly pressed the answer button...
Vanessa watched Wendy’s expression worsen by the moment; just when she thought the call would be automatically disconnected, Wendy’s face suddenly showed delight, excitedly addressing the phone: "Son?! Where are you?! Mom needs to talk to you!"
Upon hearing Wendy’s voice, the expectation Miles felt immediately burst like a bubble, with irritation building up inside him again.
When he heard Wendy’s voice, he was about to hang up, but suddenly realized Wendy was using Vanessa’s phone, which meant Wendy had gone to find Vanessa...
Vanessa couldn’t hear Miles’ response over the phone, just Wendy saying, "Come back quickly, Mom’s waiting for you at your place."
It seemed Miles agreed to return, as Wendy’s face reflected brief joy. She nodded, saying, "Okay, Mom’s waiting here. Hurry back."
When the call abruptly ended, Wendy’s smile froze, and she shot a hateful glare at Vanessa, violently throwing the phone onto the coffee table: "Get back to your room! You’re an eyesore, with your bad luck aura! It’s your fault my son turned out this way!"
Vanessa didn’t argue, just bent to pick up the phone, silently turning and returning to her room.
About twenty minutes later, Wendy’s voice yelled from outside again: "Come out and pour me a glass of water!"
Vanessa sat on her chair, pretending not to hear, but within seconds, Wendy was back kicking the door: "Didn’t you hear?! Come out and pour water! You’re supposed to take care of my son, but you’re just useless—what can you do right?"
