The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 1139

Chapter 1139:

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The clock neared midnight, yet the lights at the Hopkins residence still shone brightly.

Laney Collins sat apart, deep in thought, her gaze fixed on the untouched feast. Today marked Cliff’s birthday. She had left work early to hurry home and assist the private chef in preparing a celebratory meal. However, Laney ended up waiting eight hours in vain.

Holding onto a sliver of hope, Laney gave it another half hour before finally standing up to clear away the now-cold food. Cliff, with his extensive social circle and countless friends, was probably enjoying himself elsewhere. Why would he think of her?

Just as Laney reached for the cake, a sound at the entrance caught her attention. Her heart clenched as she turned around.

Cliff entered, his attire simple but sharp—a white shirt and trousers that highlighted his affluent aura.

The living room light made Cliff squint as he surveyed the scene. At first, he mistook her for Madison, but recognizing Laney, his expression slightly hardened. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked, his tone cool.

Laney felt a warmth rekindle in her heart despite the chill of his words.

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“It’s your birthday today. I wanted to share a meal with you.”

“Didn’t my mom tell you I was out?”

Laney shook her head. With the Hopkins’ elders abroad, her contact with them had been minimal.

Cliff changed his shoes and approached, his eyes briefly flicking to the discarded food in the trash. The Hopkins family never ate leftovers, a fact he accepted without a second thought. Observing her delicate hands, unused to labor, he said, “I’ll have the housekeeper clean up tomorrow.”

Laney looked up at him. The bitterness of the long wait dissolved in his presence. What else could she do? She was drawn to him. She tentatively pushed the cake box toward him. “Cliff, I made this. Would you like to try it?”

Cliff glanced at the cake, frowning. “Why did you put a candle in curry sauce?”

Surprised, Laney inspected the cake closely. The cream, overly lemony, had begun to melt, and the fruit pieces inside resembled potatoes, causing confusion. Embarrassed, she withdrew the cake. “I’ll practice more,” she murmured.

Cliff’s sharp tone broke through her thoughts. “Do you really want to waste your emotions on this?”

Laney was stunned, confronting his indifferent gaze. Waste emotions? Was he talking about the cake or her feelings for him? Likely the latter. After Laney’s mother passed away, Madison, fearing Laney might be mistreated, had taken her in as her own.

Living under the same roof as Cliff, Laney had fallen for the cousin she wasn’t related to by blood. Her impulsive confession had been met with Cliff’s cold rejection, and ever since, he had kept her at a deliberate distance. To him, her feelings were likely an unwanted burden.

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