On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 49: What If Theodore Grant Finds Out the Child in Clara Langley’s Belly Isn’t His?
I didn’t know why Sebastian Forrest had specifically mentioned Julian Hayes’s name, and I didn’t press him for an answer.
Soon, the car pulled up in front of Sage’s Tower.
"You’ve gotten so thin lately. You need to eat well." Sebastian Forrest opened his door and stepped out. "Their tomato beef brisket and pigeon soup are excellent. You should try them."
My mouth started watering the moment Sebastian Forrest mentioned those two dishes. Maybe it was because of the pregnancy, but I’d been craving meat lately, to the point where a meal felt incomplete without it.
The thing was, I wasn’t much of a cook, and my dishes never turned out well. I wanted to eat out, but I was always worried about the food at smaller restaurants being unhealthy.
I guess I was benefiting from my association with Sebastian Forrest today—I was in for a treat.
Sage’s Tower was an antique-style pavilion. The building was immense, narrow at the base and wider at the top, giving it a grand and magnificent presence.
The moment Sebastian Forrest and I stepped through the door, the restaurant’s general manager rushed over to greet us.
"Master Forrest, the private room you requested has been cleaned. The beef and lamb today were just butchered and are exceptionally fresh."
Sebastian Forrest grunted in acknowledgment before turning back to me. "Watch your step."
He was clearly a regular. Without needing the manager to lead the way, he expertly guided me toward the back courtyard.
It was late autumn, and the lotuses in the ponds along the path had withered, leaving only dry leaves swaying in the breeze. It had a certain charm of its own.
...
"Theodore Grant, don’t walk so fast! Give me your arm. I’m a pregnant woman, you know!"
But before we even reached our room, a voice that was all too familiar echoed from the hallway.
"The floor isn’t slippery. You’re not going to fall. You can walk on your own."
"Theodore Grant, you’re being mean to me! I’m carrying your child in my belly! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be nauseous and vomiting all day with no appetite. I’ve already lost several pounds in the last few days!"
"All right, I’ll help you. I’ll help you, okay?" Theodore Grant sounded exasperated as he stepped forward to support Clara Langley. But as he looked up, he saw Sebastian Forrest and me standing just outside a circular archway.
His brow furrowed, and he almost subconsciously let go of Clara Langley’s arm.
I watched them with a blank expression, the corner of my mouth twisting into a cold smile. ’Theodore’s emotional plea for me to stay at the Civil Affairs Bureau just a few days ago seems like a complete joke now.’
"What a coincidence! You’re here to eat, too?" Clara Langley’s lips curved into a gracious smile, giving her a bright and cheerful air.
As she spoke, she stroked her completely flat stomach and turned to Theodore Grant. "I haven’t had much of an appetite these past few days, so Theodore brought me here specially. I never thought we’d run into you."
Her expression was so open, without a hint of insincerity, as if she were being completely honest.
My lips twitched into a small smile. ’As expected of a star who made a name for herself in the entertainment industry. Her acting skills are truly on another level.’
"Why are you wasting your breath on them? Let’s go." Theodore Grant’s lips thinned, his expression sour as he moved to pull Clara Langley away.
But Clara Langley shook off his arm, a look of complaint on her face. "What’s wrong with exchanging a few words? People say that even a single day as husband and wife means a hundred days of grace. You and Chelsea were married for two years. Even if you’re divorced, you can still be friends."
Theodore Grant cut her off coldly. "Just shut up!"
Clara Langley was instantly displeased. "Theodore Grant, what do you mean by that? What did I say that was wrong? So what if Chelsea Joyce cheated on you with your own brother during your marriage and cuckolded you? That was her fault. A man like you shouldn’t be so petty. You need to be more magnanimous..."
"Have you said enough?" Sebastian Forrest cut her off, his voice cold. "Clara Langley, you’re the homewrecker who destroyed a marriage. You should try to build some good karma for the child in your womb."
Clara Langley frowned. "Master Forrest, what’s that supposed to mean? Theodore and I have a completely innocent relationship..."
"Completely innocent?" I scoffed before she could finish. "Then where did the baby in your belly come from?"
Clara Langley immediately clutched her stomach, her expression faltering. "I... We were drunk that day..."
Her voice faltered, as if she’d suddenly remembered something. "If you hadn’t threatened to throw Theodore out on the street that day, none of this would have happened! When you get right down to it, this is all your fault!"
"So I’m the one who made you two sleep together?" I shot back with a cold laugh.
"You—"
"That’s enough!" Theodore Grant snapped, his face grim. "Stop making a scene. Let’s go!"
But Clara Langley wouldn’t have it. "Theodore Grant, what do you mean by that? She’s the one slinging mud at us, and you’re taking her side? Whose side are you on, anyway?"
Theodore Grant’s face paled and flushed by turns. He pressed his lips together, his expression dark, and said nothing.
But right at that moment, Sebastian Forrest let out a soft chuckle, his voice low and haunting as he spoke. "Clara Langley, instead of worrying about whose side he’s on, I suggest you first figure out whose ’side’ the baby in your belly is on."
Clara Langley’s expression shifted. "What’s that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Figure it out for yourself."
With that, Sebastian Forrest took my hand and led me toward our private room, completely ignoring whatever Clara Langley was shouting behind us.
Once we were in the room, I could still faintly hear Clara Langley interrogating Theodore Grant in the hallway, clearly throwing a tantrum.
"Theodore Grant, are you even a man? They’re implying the baby in my belly isn’t yours..."
"That’s enough. Stop making a scene. We’re done for if someone takes a picture," Theodore Grant said, clearly growing impatient.
"Let them! I’ll post our wedding announcement on social media tomorrow!"
"What did Sebastian Forrest mean by that? Is the baby in your belly really mine?"
"Theodore Grant, are you insane? You’d actually believe his provocation? Fine. Fine! If you won’t claim this child, then there’s no point in me keeping it. I’ll go to the hospital and get an abortion right now! That’ll solve everything!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
"All right, I was just asking. I don’t doubt you."
I couldn’t make out what was said after that. They must have left.
"What’s wrong?" Sebastian Forrest asked, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Why so gloomy? Didn’t you just win that argument?"
"It’s not about the argument..." I pulled out a chair and sat down. "I’m just worried that if Theodore Grant finds out Clara Langley’s baby isn’t his, he’ll go back on the divorce..."
After all, there’s still a one-month cooling-off period for the divorce.
He could withdraw the application at any time.
But Sebastian Forrest’s lips just curved into a smile as he picked up the teapot and poured me some water. "Don’t worry. Do you really think someone like Clara Langley can’t handle a small matter like this?"
I was taken aback for a moment, then I realized he was right. ’Of course.’
Given Clara Langley’s caliber, she’s had Theodore Grant wrapped around her finger for years. How could she possibly fail to cover up something like this?
