Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces - Chapter 40: Chapter 40
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Georgia had expected this place would be lovely, but stepping inside revealed a house as low-key and severe as Louis himself. 'Classic Louis style,' she thought.
She shed her coat and headed straight for the kitchen. Opening the empty yet brand-new fridge and surveying the spotless counters, she was taken aback. 'This kitchen has never been used?' she mused.
Seeing Louis's tall figure leaning against the kitchen doorway, Georgia asked in confusion, "Where are the maids? Did you give them the day off?"
The sight of her tying an apron made Louis momentarily lose focus. But her words snapped him back. He turned stiffly towards the living room. "There've never been maids here."
A flicker of bitterness crossed Georgia's eyes. 'To protect Gemma's reputation, he wouldn't even hire staff? Such true love,' she sneered inwardly.
Georgia glanced at the spotless refrigerator, then at Louis, who was already sitting on the sofa. She unfastened her apron and walked out of the kitchen.
Louis frowned at her. Georgia explained, "There's nothing here. I need to buy groceries. Is there a supermarket nearby?"
Hearing this, Louis stood immediately, shrugging on his suit jacket. "You won't find it. I'll go with you." Knowing Louis' decisions were always unchangeable, Georgia didn't decline.
They soon arrived at the upscale supermarket located within the luxury villa district. Watching Georgia carefully select ingredients, Louis felt an unfamiliar sense of contentment wash over him.
Each time Georgia chose something, Louis would elegantly step forward to carry the bag. They instantly became the most eye-catching pair in the supermarket.
They were so focused on shopping that they didn't notice someone in there secretly took photos of them and posted them online.
With the caption: [Just ran into a cute couple at the store—like, what on earth is this god-level beauty?]
The photo spread rapidly online. By the time it hit the web, however, Louis's face was blurred, leaving only Georgia clearly visible.
The caption accompanying it was jarringly different: [Suspicion: Bitch Georgia Sleeps Her Way to Finals Spot with Prominent Figure?]
After this news was released, it quickly climbed to the third spot on the trending list as expected.
Unaware of what was happening online, they returned to Malibu Villa with their groceries. Georgia tied her apron and busied herself in the kitchen.
Louis sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed impassively on Georgia moving with practiced ease. Georgia glanced up, catching Louis staring intently.
A silent sigh escaped her. 'Over the past three years, we've never once had a moment alone like this. Why stare at me like that now, after the divorce?' she mused.
Pushing the thought away, she closed the kitchen door, shutting out his gaze and the dull ache in her heart.
Soon, a few dishes and soup were brought to the dining table. It was their first shared meal. Louis sat down with his usual elegance.
"Start with some soup," Georgia suggested, ladling a bowl and placing it before him.
The bowl sat there, radiating a rich, complex aroma. Louis stared at it, his hazel eyes frosting over.
He mused, 'So, this is where my daily lunches came from for three years? No wonder they vanished after the divorce.'
Georgia, sitting down, saw Louis still staring unblinkingly at the soup bowl in front of him and asked in confusion, "What? It's not poisoned."
At her words, his hazel eyes instantly focused on Georgia. "The soup has a unique flavor. What's in it?"
The distinct, fragrant broth was unlike anything else he'd tasted. Most importantly, it relieved his headaches, and after drinking it, he felt clear-headed.
Since childhood, after being kidnapped and held in a damp basement for two months, he'd suffered from rheumatic headaches. Strangely, they vanished during his marriage, only resurfacing recently with his erratic schedule.
"It's my mother's heirloom recipe. Requires precise timing. You wouldn't get it," Georgia said, a hint of pride in her voice.
Her mother hadn't been much of a cook, but this clam chowder was her masterpiece, passed down through generations.
Looking at the proud look on Georgia's face, Louis somehow felt better. He lifted the bowl, savoring the fragrant broth. Just as he took a sip, his phone rang.
Georgia's eyes flickered to the screen. "Gemma" flashed brightly. Louis swallowed the warm liquid. "Gemma?" he answered, his voice low.
"Oh, Louis dear! It's Anna. Please, come quickly! Gemma saw the news about you and Georgia online. She cut her wrist again. You know you're the only one she listens to," Anna said.
"News? What news?" Louise asked in confusion.
Anna replied quickly, "You'd better check it yourself. But please, come now! Gemma needs you."
She shed her coat and headed straight for the kitchen. Opening the empty yet brand-new fridge and surveying the spotless counters, she was taken aback. 'This kitchen has never been used?' she mused.
Seeing Louis's tall figure leaning against the kitchen doorway, Georgia asked in confusion, "Where are the maids? Did you give them the day off?"
The sight of her tying an apron made Louis momentarily lose focus. But her words snapped him back. He turned stiffly towards the living room. "There've never been maids here."
A flicker of bitterness crossed Georgia's eyes. 'To protect Gemma's reputation, he wouldn't even hire staff? Such true love,' she sneered inwardly.
Georgia glanced at the spotless refrigerator, then at Louis, who was already sitting on the sofa. She unfastened her apron and walked out of the kitchen.
Louis frowned at her. Georgia explained, "There's nothing here. I need to buy groceries. Is there a supermarket nearby?"
Hearing this, Louis stood immediately, shrugging on his suit jacket. "You won't find it. I'll go with you." Knowing Louis' decisions were always unchangeable, Georgia didn't decline.
They soon arrived at the upscale supermarket located within the luxury villa district. Watching Georgia carefully select ingredients, Louis felt an unfamiliar sense of contentment wash over him.
Each time Georgia chose something, Louis would elegantly step forward to carry the bag. They instantly became the most eye-catching pair in the supermarket.
They were so focused on shopping that they didn't notice someone in there secretly took photos of them and posted them online.
With the caption: [Just ran into a cute couple at the store—like, what on earth is this god-level beauty?]
The photo spread rapidly online. By the time it hit the web, however, Louis's face was blurred, leaving only Georgia clearly visible.
The caption accompanying it was jarringly different: [Suspicion: Bitch Georgia Sleeps Her Way to Finals Spot with Prominent Figure?]
After this news was released, it quickly climbed to the third spot on the trending list as expected.
Unaware of what was happening online, they returned to Malibu Villa with their groceries. Georgia tied her apron and busied herself in the kitchen.
Louis sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed impassively on Georgia moving with practiced ease. Georgia glanced up, catching Louis staring intently.
A silent sigh escaped her. 'Over the past three years, we've never once had a moment alone like this. Why stare at me like that now, after the divorce?' she mused.
Pushing the thought away, she closed the kitchen door, shutting out his gaze and the dull ache in her heart.
Soon, a few dishes and soup were brought to the dining table. It was their first shared meal. Louis sat down with his usual elegance.
"Start with some soup," Georgia suggested, ladling a bowl and placing it before him.
The bowl sat there, radiating a rich, complex aroma. Louis stared at it, his hazel eyes frosting over.
He mused, 'So, this is where my daily lunches came from for three years? No wonder they vanished after the divorce.'
Georgia, sitting down, saw Louis still staring unblinkingly at the soup bowl in front of him and asked in confusion, "What? It's not poisoned."
At her words, his hazel eyes instantly focused on Georgia. "The soup has a unique flavor. What's in it?"
The distinct, fragrant broth was unlike anything else he'd tasted. Most importantly, it relieved his headaches, and after drinking it, he felt clear-headed.
Since childhood, after being kidnapped and held in a damp basement for two months, he'd suffered from rheumatic headaches. Strangely, they vanished during his marriage, only resurfacing recently with his erratic schedule.
"It's my mother's heirloom recipe. Requires precise timing. You wouldn't get it," Georgia said, a hint of pride in her voice.
Her mother hadn't been much of a cook, but this clam chowder was her masterpiece, passed down through generations.
Looking at the proud look on Georgia's face, Louis somehow felt better. He lifted the bowl, savoring the fragrant broth. Just as he took a sip, his phone rang.
Georgia's eyes flickered to the screen. "Gemma" flashed brightly. Louis swallowed the warm liquid. "Gemma?" he answered, his voice low.
"Oh, Louis dear! It's Anna. Please, come quickly! Gemma saw the news about you and Georgia online. She cut her wrist again. You know you're the only one she listens to," Anna said.
"News? What news?" Louise asked in confusion.
Anna replied quickly, "You'd better check it yourself. But please, come now! Gemma needs you."
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