Chasing His Runaway Wife by Jamie Stones

Chapter 112

Emmanuel’s gaze shifted to the side, where the small green potted plants still filled the entire ward, creating a

refreshing green atmosphere.

Emmanuel couldn't help but ask, “Tabitha, | heard that you had a conflict. with Naomi, which led to the

miscarriage... I'm sorry if | unintentionally brought up something painful for you. | just wanted to express my

concern.”

Holding the sunflower in her hands, Tabitha stiffened at his words but quickly regained her composure.

Tabitha replied, “Yes.”

“Will you forgive Malcolm?” Emmanuel inquired once more. “And once you're discharged, do you plan to return

to the Sinclair residence?”

Tabitha currently harbored no specific feelings toward Malcolm.

After all, the grievances between her and Naomi would exist even without Malcolm. Her miscarriage was due to

her health issues and had nothing to do with anyone else.

There was nothing to forgive. However, Tabitha would never be together with Malcolm again.

However... She had no intention of delving into such matters with Emmanuel, and her expression carried a hint

of cool detachment.

“Emmanuel, what do you mean by asking these questions?” Tabitha inquired.

Emmanuel blinked his eyes.

-Although Tabitha’s voice remained calm, he always sensed her presence as formidable. With just a few words,

she could effortlessly influence his perception.

Emmanuel explained gently, “I'm just concerned about you.”

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“Thank you, but this is my affair, and | will handle it myself,” Tabitha replied.

Tabitha turned around and found a vase, carefully arranging the dried flowers in it. She looked at them intently

for a few seconds.

Emmanuel suddenly felt a bit nervous and couldn't help but ask, “Is it beautiful?”

Ever since he lost his little finger, he swore never to treat anyone sincerely again.

However, while spending twith Tabitha recently, he discovered himself easily influenced by her emotions.

In the current moment, her expression revealed no trace of engagement, as if nothing could capture her

attention. He was eager to do something that would capture her attention and notice him.

Thus, he strained his brain to cup with anything that might please. Tabitha.

Tabitha nodded and smiled. “It's beautiful.”

After getting her approval, a subtle lift appeared in the corners of Emmanuel’s eyebrows.

“I'm glad you liked it,” Emmanuel replied.

Tabitha suddenly turned to him and inquired, “Emmanuel, apart from your interest in flowers and plants, do you

have any other hobbies?”

Emmanuel’s smile broadened as he responded, “My pastimes are rather straightforward. Alongside planting non-

allergenic flowers and plants with my mother, | also engage in chess.”

“You're filial.” Tabitha also smiled. “During the years you were abroad, did you stay in frequent contact with your

mother?”

“My mother is quite traditional. | used to write letters to her often and

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send postcards,” Emmanuel replied.

“Postcards?” Tabitha’s expression hinted at nostalgia. “It's been a long tsince | heard that term. | used to

enjoy collecting, postcards when | was in, school. May | ask to take a look at your mother’s postcard collection

when

I have the time?”

Tabitha held a particular interest in those postcards. She was also convinced that Trevor would find them

intriguing as well.

“Of course,” Emmanuel said.

Tabitha posed several questions about Emmanuel’s work abroad, and he responded earnestly to each one.

Unbeknownst to both of them, a tall figure stood outside the door, his expression subtly displeased.

Malcolm himself wasn’t sure how long he had been standing outside.

‘How long had it been since Tabitha had smiled atlike this, particularly since she miscarried?’ Malcolm

wondered.

Now, whenever she interacted with him, a calm and indifferent expression adorned her face as if his actions

could no longer evoke any emotional response from her.

Emmanuel had only brought her a bouquet of dried flowers, and she smiled so gently.

Malcolm's chest heaved with force, gradually sinking as if plunging into. the depths of a cold, vast ocean.

The surging seawater, accompanied by a penetrating chill, invaded his internal organs, rendering his breathing

increasingly uncomfortable.

The conversation between Tabitha and Emmanuel continued in the ward.

“Actually, besides studying flowers and plants, while | was abroad and not accustomed to the local food, I also

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cuisine... | can make beetroot soup,” Emmanuel shared.

Emmanuel appeared a little embarrassed as he continued, “I brought sfor you to taste previously, but you

probably didn’t notice.

“He had handsfeatures with deep hazel eyes, and when his gaze

lowered, he exuded a sense of gentleness and reserve.

Tabitha expressed genuine surprise and said, “I couldn't discern any difference in taste. It seems both you and

your mother are equally skilled.”

Starlight seemed to shimmer in her eyes, and her lips regained scolor, akin to peach blossoms blooming in

spring.

The slender and graceful lines of Tabitha’s neck were now healed from the cut left by Jayden, leaving only a faint

pink scar.

Emmanuel averted his gaze with difficulty, his voice low and hoarse. “Whenever you are free, | can teach you

how to make it.”

“Is it very troublesome? Should | go to your house to learn?” Tabitha asked.

“Sure, as long as you don’t mind-" Emmanuel started to say.

Listening to their increasingly absurd conversation, Malcolm could no longer bear it. He raised his hand and

knocked on the door.

The smile on Tabitha’s face gradually faded as she spotted him. She then spoke in a calm tone. “You're here?”

Malcolm’s gaze darkened, and he subtly tightened his fingers, firmly gripping the flesh of his palm with a

resolute determination.

He pressed his thin lips together, shooting Emmanuel a cold glance.

“Tabby, it's tfor your medication,” Malcolm said.

The sudden intimate address caused Tabitha to pause briefly, but she swiftly regained her composure. The

intentional intimacy resembled a single petal falling into a lake, incapable of creating a slight ripple of

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Tabitha nodded politely and said, “Thank you for reminding me.” [x

As she prepared to rise for water, Malcolm swiftly interjected, “Letget swater for you.”

He walked up to Emmanuel and ordered icily, “Step aside.”