The Husband I Loved for Eight Years Never Loved Me-Chapter 31: Call Her

Chapter 31: Call Her

"Grandpa!"

Suddenly, a sweet, soft voice called out.

Nina Fitzwilliam came running toward the two men, her nanny watching over her carefully. She was dressed in a pink down jacket, and the bunny ears on her hat bobbed up and down with every step. She looked just like a soft, fluffy little rabbit.

"Miss, please slow down."

Samuel Fitzwilliam ran to his granddaughter, bending down to scoop Nina into his arms. "Oh, my darling Nina! Be careful. What if you fall?"

Nina wrapped her little arms around Samuel Fitzwilliam’s neck and planted a loud kiss on his cheek.

Samuel Fitzwilliam’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. He couldn’t help but ruffle her fluffy little head. "Say hello to Mr. Sterling."

Nina Fitzwilliam looked at Tristan Sterling and said softly, "Mr. Sterling."

Tristan Sterling’s gaze was gentle. He reached out to Nina and asked, "Want me to hold you?"

Nina Fitzwilliam obediently reached for Tristan Sterling, who took her into his arms, his eyes filled with affection for her.

Samuel Fitzwilliam asked Nina, "Is Great-Grandpa still angry?"

Nina shook her little head. "I made Great-Grandpa a cake, and he was very happy."

Samuel Fitzwilliam smiled. "Great-Grandpa loves you the most, Nina."

...

The two men played with Nina in the courtyard. She chased butterflies among the flowers, carefully catching one by its wings. After murmuring a few words to it, she let it go.

"When your child is born, Nina will have a playmate."

Tristan Sterling’s gaze rested on Nina as he replied to Samuel Fitzwilliam, "Yes, she will."

「Nearing noon.」

Samuel Fitzwilliam invited Tristan Sterling to stay for lunch, but Tristan politely declined. He figured Master Fitzwilliam probably didn’t want to see him just yet. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"I’ll have a good talk with the old master later. Give it a couple of days, and his anger will cool down."

"Thank you, Mr. Fitzwilliam. I’ll be heading back now."

"Alright. Be careful on the road."

Nina Fitzwilliam said goodbye to Tristan Sterling. "Goodbye, Mr. Sterling."

Tristan Sterling patted her little head. "I’ll come see you again soon, Nina."

Nina Fitzwilliam nodded obediently.

Tristan Sterling then got into his car, and the driver slowly pulled away from the Fitzwilliam Family estate.

「Just then.」

His phone vibrated.

He answered the call, his expression gentle. "Hello."

Claire Ainsworth’s voice came from the other end of the line.

"Yes, I’m done with my work. I’m on my way over now."

Claire Ainsworth had booked movie tickets and was waiting for him to join her.

「That evening.」

Tristan Sterling returned to the villa.

When Lisa Lawson and Frances Wyatt saw him return, they immediately stormed over to complain.

"She acts like she’s part of the Sterling Family’s inner circle, like this is her house."

"How could she just bring ingredients from outside and put them in our fridge? Who knows if that meat has been properly inspected?"

"We were only trying to do what’s best for the baby, but she doesn’t appreciate good intentions. She even dared to hit me."

...

「Around five in the afternoon.」

When Florence Preston was preparing dinner for Rachel Royce, she discovered that all the ingredients she had brought from home were missing. The chicken and vegetables she’d planned to use were free-range pheasant and homegrown produce from her family back in her hometown.

At first, Florence Preston patiently and politely asked Lisa Lawson and Frances Wyatt about it, but they acted as if they were deaf and ignored her. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Florence snatched what they were holding and threw it to the ground.

This infuriated the two women, who immediately began spewing all sorts of verbal insults and humiliations at Florence Preston.

Hearing the commotion, Rachel Royce rushed to the kitchen.

She had expected Lisa Lawson and Frances Wyatt to play some petty tricks to annoy them, but she never imagined they would go so far as to throw out all the ingredients Florence Preston had brought.

Rachel Royce couldn’t hold back and slapped Lisa Lawson right across the face.

Rachel Royce was so furious she felt a pain in her stomach.

Florence Preston quickly helped Rachel Royce out of the villa and to the hospital.

Lisa Lawson and Frances Wyatt were terrified.

So when they saw Tristan Sterling return, their first instinct was to turn the tables and blame the others to absolve themselves of responsibility.

The two of them complained pitifully, but seeing Tristan Sterling’s indifferent expression from start to finish, they suddenly felt unsure of themselves.

"Where is she now?" Tristan Sterling asked, his voice betraying no emotion.

Frances Wyatt snapped, "Can’t even take a bit of criticism? Who does she think she is, throwing a tantrum like that? She probably ran back to her parents’ house."

Tristan Sterling said, "Call her."

「Inside the hospital.」

After the doctor’s examination, it was determined that Rachel Royce’s contractions were caused by extreme emotional distress. It wasn’t serious, so no medical intervention was necessary.

Seeing that Rachel Royce had stabilized, Florence Preston wanted to take her home.

But Rachel Royce refused.

’If I go back, Dad will just worry about me again.’

So, Florence Preston didn’t insist.

The two of them went to a Spanish restaurant for dinner. Rachel Royce had stumbled upon it online; it was a newly opened place and not cheap, but she wanted to try it.

Perhaps because she had come to terms with many things, she was gradually becoming more of a foodie.

They had just ordered their food when they happened to see Julian Jennings. When Julian saw them, he walked over.

"Professor Jennings, you’re eating here too?"

Julian Jennings said, "Yes. The restaurant was just opened by Ian. He invited me here for a meal, but he hasn’t arrived yet."

Rachel Royce was surprised to learn the restaurant belonged to Ian Quinn. "Well, why don’t you join us then?"

Julian Jennings didn’t refuse.

Unexpectedly, Ian Quinn stood him up.

The reason was that on his way over, Ian Quinn got a call from a girlfriend he had just broken up with. She was making a huge scene, refusing to break up and threatening to jump off a building.

Ian Quinn had no choice but to go check on the situation, just in case something really happened.

"Alright, you go ahead then."

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After hanging up, Rachel Royce remarked, "Even though everyone knows he’s a playboy, women still fall head over heels for him."

Julian Jennings said, "He may be a philanderer, but he’s very generous to the girlfriends he’s with. The only problem is he goes through them a little too frequently."

Rachel Royce smiled. "At least he’s a transparently terrible person. He doesn’t hide it."

Julian Jennings ordered two more dishes. "Anything else you want? It’s on him, anyway."

"No, that’s alright. This is more than enough."

...

Rachel Royce received a call from the villa, but she hung up immediately. She didn’t want to answer, figuring Tristan Sterling must be back.

’I don’t even have to think about it. Those two have already turned the tables and blamed me in front of him.’

’I don’t want to deal with it right now. It’ll ruin my appetite.’

The three of them chatted idly.

At one point, Florence Preston went to the restroom.

"If it’s inconvenient for you to go to the university now, you should just rest at home until the baby is born."

Rachel Royce replied, "I’ll finish next week’s assignments first. I have to see things through to the end."

A faint, gentle smile touched Julian Jennings’s lips. "Alright. I’ll be at the university most mornings next week."

Just then, two figures walked in through the door. Claire Ainsworth’s eyes immediately fell on Julian Jennings. He had a handsome, refined air, and the gentle smile on his lips was as soft and silent as a piece of fine jade.

Remembering how cold he had once been to her, she couldn’t help but clench her fists.

When she saw the profile of the woman sitting across from him, a chill instantly clouded her beautiful eyes.

Suzanne Sullivan saw them too.

But she didn’t go over to greet them.

"Let’s go, Claire."