Dear Billionaire, I'm Not Your Wife Anymore! - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Margaret held my hand, her tone full of hints about having children. In her gaze was the expectation of many children and grandchildren for the Kingsley family, ensuring the bloodline would continue.
Honestly, I wasn't opposed to her expectations. From her age and position, wanting the family to prosper was natural.
Seeing someone playing with my daughter, I returned to my room, opened my laptop, and continued writing materials.
This time, I had a clearer goal—to fulfill my father's wish and truly establish the laboratory for him.
At dinner time, Braden returned.
"Come, Mia, open your little mouth." Olivia smiled as she fed her granddaughter, her face showing a sense of accomplishment and pride.
Having a child in the house certainly warmed the atmosphere.
I noticed Margaret's gaze—more than joy, it was sharp. She sensed the coldness and distance in the marital relationship between Braden and me.
She couldn't help but feel anxious, hoping to see another great-grandchild in her lifetime.
After dinner, the old lady deliberately sent Mia away and called Braden and me to her side.
"Charlotte, you young people should go out and have fun instead of staying home all the time. It's stifling." She got straight to the point.
I smiled and said softly, "Grandma, I like staying home with you all."
She raised an eyebrow, immediately realizing that since I rarely traveled abroad, I certainly had no friends overseas. She looked seriously at Braden and said, "What does it look like for you to leave your wife at home all the time while you go out?"
Braden gave me a searching look.
I lowered my head. Obviously, he thought I had already complained to the old lady.
"We'll take care of Mia tonight. You take Charlotte out for some fresh air and come back later." The old lady's words had ulterior motives.
Since we couldn't be "intimate" at home, we should go outside to a hotel for the "night"—I understood her meaning clearly.
I quickly said, "Grandma, it's cold outside. I'd like to stay home with you all."
"There are cars and heating when you go out. You won't be cold. Go on, have a good time." The old lady waved her hand decisively.
I was about to make more excuses when Braden said flatly, "Let's go."
"Go on, go on!" Only then did the old lady show a smile.
I couldn't refuse and could only nod in agreement.
Braden drove to the entrance to pick me up. I opened the passenger door and got in.
The old lady standing by the floor-to-ceiling window watched us drive out of the manor, finally showing a satisfied smile.
Once the car left the manor, the atmosphere in the cabin was suffocatingly oppressive, making me extremely uncomfortable.
Just then, the car phone rang. The LCD screen flashed "Linda" in glaring, conspicuous letters.
I glanced at the screen and deliberately turned my face toward the window, not wanting to see those two words.
Braden reached over and hung up without answering.
I could see we were approaching the city streets ahead and couldn't help saying, "Please just let me out anywhere up ahead."
He replied flatly, "Come with me somewhere."
I gripped my bag tighter, my heartbeat slightly accelerating, knowing tonight wouldn't be simple.