Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 95: Chapter 95
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"Katherine, I told you to go buy them. Why are you calling Cathy?" Helen's eyes had a provocative look, and she made no secret of trying to pick on me.
I knew there would come a day when we'd clash, but I never thought she'd be so obvious about looking for trouble.
Something felt odd. With her usual tricks, she wouldn't use such a cheap way.
Could it really be that pregnancy made her silly? Had her IQ dropped a lot since she got pregnant?
But I thought that was unlikely. I decided to just hold on until I figured things out.
"Fine, I'll go buy them. You wait for me at home," I said.
Helen said, "No need. I don't feel like eating them now. Go cook me a plate of pasta."
"That's enough. Kate is my wife, not a maid I got for you." Mason had come out of the study without me noticing. His look at Helen was as sharp as a knife.
She couldn't help shuddering. "I was just joking with Kate, Mase. Don't take it seriously."
I hadn't expected him to stand up for me over something so small. I'd thought cooking Helen a plate of pasta was no big deal, especially since she was pregnant.
But when Mason said that, I suddenly felt wronged.
My nose tingled, and tears came. "Mase, I'm so scared. Helen keeps shouting at me. Did I do something wrong?"
Then I threw myself into Mason's arms, sobbing hard.
"How could you do this? Making it look like I'm bullying you." Helen accused.
I didn't answer. Instead, I gave Mason a little nudge.
He got it. "Come on, let's go to our room." He took my hand and stomped upstairs, slamming the door shut.
The second the door closed, the anger on his face vanished. "What did you find?"
I stopped crying. I figured someone would come play peacemaker soon. Time was tight, and I needed to tell Mason what I'd noticed.
"Something's not right. I think she's faking her pregnancy," I said.
"Oh? Let's hear it," he said.
"She's acting way too strangely. When something's this out of character, there's always a reason."
"True, but that alone doesn't prove she's faking. What's your evidence?"
I stared straight into Mason's eyes. He looked back at me seriously, waiting for my answer.
I held his gaze for a long moment and then said, one word at a time, "A hunch."
Just as I thought he might strangle me, there was a knock at the door—perfect timing.
Mason instantly stopped what he was doing. We glanced at each other, both knowing it right away—the peacemaker was here.
"Mase, Kate, open the door for me," Delilah called.
My heart jumped, and Mason looked just as surprised. We'd expected someone to come smooth things over, but we hadn't thought it would be Delilah.
I hurried to open the door. "Delilah, what are you doing here?"
"Why, don't you want me?" Delilah smiled at me, her eyes as warm and kind as always.
"Of course, we do, absolutely," I said, linking arms with her to lead her to the couch. Then I rushed off to make her coffee.
Growing up around my dad, I'd always loved coffee. And Delilah happened to love it too. We'd spent a lot of time talking about different kinds of coffee when we were in the hospital.
It was a shame I'd never gotten the chance to make coffee for Delilah myself. So this time, I planned to show off my skills a little.
I knew there would come a day when we'd clash, but I never thought she'd be so obvious about looking for trouble.
Something felt odd. With her usual tricks, she wouldn't use such a cheap way.
Could it really be that pregnancy made her silly? Had her IQ dropped a lot since she got pregnant?
But I thought that was unlikely. I decided to just hold on until I figured things out.
"Fine, I'll go buy them. You wait for me at home," I said.
Helen said, "No need. I don't feel like eating them now. Go cook me a plate of pasta."
"That's enough. Kate is my wife, not a maid I got for you." Mason had come out of the study without me noticing. His look at Helen was as sharp as a knife.
She couldn't help shuddering. "I was just joking with Kate, Mase. Don't take it seriously."
I hadn't expected him to stand up for me over something so small. I'd thought cooking Helen a plate of pasta was no big deal, especially since she was pregnant.
But when Mason said that, I suddenly felt wronged.
My nose tingled, and tears came. "Mase, I'm so scared. Helen keeps shouting at me. Did I do something wrong?"
Then I threw myself into Mason's arms, sobbing hard.
"How could you do this? Making it look like I'm bullying you." Helen accused.
I didn't answer. Instead, I gave Mason a little nudge.
He got it. "Come on, let's go to our room." He took my hand and stomped upstairs, slamming the door shut.
The second the door closed, the anger on his face vanished. "What did you find?"
I stopped crying. I figured someone would come play peacemaker soon. Time was tight, and I needed to tell Mason what I'd noticed.
"Something's not right. I think she's faking her pregnancy," I said.
"Oh? Let's hear it," he said.
"She's acting way too strangely. When something's this out of character, there's always a reason."
"True, but that alone doesn't prove she's faking. What's your evidence?"
I stared straight into Mason's eyes. He looked back at me seriously, waiting for my answer.
I held his gaze for a long moment and then said, one word at a time, "A hunch."
Just as I thought he might strangle me, there was a knock at the door—perfect timing.
Mason instantly stopped what he was doing. We glanced at each other, both knowing it right away—the peacemaker was here.
"Mase, Kate, open the door for me," Delilah called.
My heart jumped, and Mason looked just as surprised. We'd expected someone to come smooth things over, but we hadn't thought it would be Delilah.
I hurried to open the door. "Delilah, what are you doing here?"
"Why, don't you want me?" Delilah smiled at me, her eyes as warm and kind as always.
"Of course, we do, absolutely," I said, linking arms with her to lead her to the couch. Then I rushed off to make her coffee.
Growing up around my dad, I'd always loved coffee. And Delilah happened to love it too. We'd spent a lot of time talking about different kinds of coffee when we were in the hospital.
It was a shame I'd never gotten the chance to make coffee for Delilah myself. So this time, I planned to show off my skills a little.
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