Chapter 334
“Don’t speak while you eat,” Fia said as she ate even quicker.
Conrad waited for her to finish. When she wanted to leave the table, he grabbed her by the wrist.
“What are you doing?!” Fia stared at him with wide eyes.
Conrad grabbed a paper towel and helped her wipe the edges of her lips.
“Look at how you’re eating. You’re eating like a child.”
Fia quickly moved his hand away and pulled a paper towel herself.
“I can do it myself.”
When Conrad saw her hurry out of the dining room, he said, “Have some good rest in the afternoon. Let Mrs. Taylor know if you need anything. I need to go to work.”
“Whatever!” Fia left and then ran into Mrs. Taylor.
“You’ve finished, madam?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll take you to the second floor. There are a few changes between the bedrooms in this mansion as well.”
Fia frowned and looked back at the dining room.
She then whispered, “Mrs. Taylor, I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
“Why?” Mrs. Tyalor led Fia up the stairs. “We can talk as we go.”
But she didn’t really want to talk.
She knew that Mrs. Taylor was just trying to persuade her as they talked.
“Madam, did Master Maxwell treat you badly in the hospital?”
“…No.”
“Then, why do you want to sleep separately? That’s so damaging to your relationship.”
Fia swallowed and said, “Mrs. Taylor, there’s no need to pretend that you don’t know.”
Mrs. Taylor sighed as she led Fia into the bedroom and held her hands tightly.
“Madam, I know that you’ve suffered a lot. You’ve endured so many things for Master Maxwell’s love, aren’t I right?”
Fia looked away as she felt melancholy fill her heart, but she felt so helpless as if she was drowning in it.
“Mrs. Taylor, you’re a woman too. You know what we’re afraid of the most.”
Mrs. Taylor remained quiet to let her finish.
“We women… We’re afraid of burning out. That no matter how much we love someone, our sacrifice will burn our love away. Once it’s all gone, we just can’t be that enthusiastic anymore.”
Mrs. Taylor looked at Fia, stunned. She couldn’t find anything to argue with her.
“If I can’t get passionate about it anymore, what’s the point of us staying together? What’s the point of continuing this marriage? We rnight as well cut ourselves off from each other as quickly as possible and
find our own paths so that we can find what we’re missing.”
“Madam, I really don’t want to see the two of you….”
“Please don’t make it difficult for me, alright? There’s no need to keep reminding me of that love I once had. It would only make me dislike you more.”
Mrs. Taylor couldn’t say anything else and went to prepare the guest room.
Fia looked in the bedroom. The decor was all done to her liking.
But they were going to divorce soon. There was no need for her to move in.
She walked to the guest room with no hesitation.
“You’re still recovering, so sleep. I’ll wake you up again in the evening once dinner is ready.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Taylor.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Mrs. Taylor walked out of the guest room and closed the door lightly. She didn’t shut it completely.
How could Fia fall asleep? She looked in the closet, at all the clothing. She chose a long–sleeved pajama top and a pair of long pants before taking a shower.
It was so hot and she would usually want to wear something shorter so that she could feel cooler. However, she was worried that she might catch a cold, so she wanted to pick something long to keep herself covered during her recovery.