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Chapter 60 Why Didn’t You Wait for Me?

Hearing my words, Maxwell let out a disappointed sigh. “I’m tired of eating out. I just want

some home–cooked food. If you can’t cook, that’s fine. I’ll just grab something quick and

head back to my hotel to rest early.”

He had not been back in the country for long and still had a lot to sort out. He had been

swamped for the past few days.

Hearing him say this, I could not help but feel a little guilty. He had been a real lifesaver

for me, and I had not done much to help him settle in.

I hesitated for a moment, then suggested, “How about coming over to my place for

dinner? My mom’s a great cook. Whatever you want to eat, I’ll ask her to prepare. It’ll be

nice to have you over.”

His eyes lit up at my words. “Really?” he asked.

I nodded and smiled. “As long as you don’t mind.”

He seemed pleased with the idea and stood up. “Great, I’ll come with you after work.”

With that, he hurried out of my office.

I was a bit taken aback. Had he been eating poorly recently? Why was he so excited?

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In the evening, after wrapping up work, Maxwell was already waiting for me in my office

I initially thought he would be a tough, cold CEO, but after spending a few days together,

it seemed that despite his tendency for sarcasm, he was quite warm–hearted.

All things considered, he was not a bad guy.

I closed my files, and we headed to the parking lot together, driving straight back to my

place.

Since I had already told my mom, she was waiting for us when we arrived. She greeted

Maxwell with a smile and led him into the living room.

I was not sure what she had cooked, but the delicious aroma hit us as soon as we walked

in. Maxwell did not hold back, striking. up a conversation with my mom after just a few

words.

After washing her hands, my mother beckoned him to sit and enthusiastically served him

food, her laughter filling the room. Eat up, Little Sanchez. You’re looking thin!”

Little Sanchez? That was quick.

I sat to the side, feeling like an outsider to their conversation. Just then, my phone rang,

providing a welcome distraction.

Seeing Idris’s name flash on the screen, I frowned. What could he want?

Picking up the call, I greeted him with a customary, “Hello.”

“Where are you?” His voice, deep and slightly off, echoed from the other end.

Caught off guard, I replied honestly, “At home, having dinner with my mom. What’s going

on?”

A silence lingered before he managed to ask, “Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up?”

I blinked, only then recalling Idris’s offer to pick me up from work. I had assumed he was

just trying to placate Maxwell, so I had not taken it to heart.

After a moment’s hesitation, I asked cautiously, “Where… are you now?”

His voice, cold and distant, sent a chill down my spine. “Outside the Scott Corporation

building.”

Oh.

I messed up.

After a beat, I apologized. “I’m home. I’m sorry, I thought you were just making

conversation.”

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The line went dead. I could almost feel Idris’s frustration through the silence.

As I put away my phone, I let out a sigh. With Moore constantly at his heels, it was

impressive he had found time to pick me up. It seemed that a man’s sense of

responsibility was not always a blessing.

Back at the dinner table, my mother and Maxwell were deep in cheerful conversation.

Seeing my mother so genuinely happy, a rarity these days, lifted my spirits. Ever since my

father’s departure, she had been lost in her own world, silent and distant. At times, I found

myself worrying about her mental well–being

Today, her good mood was infectious, and I found my appetite returning in full force. They

were engrossed in their chat, and I felt a bit out of place trying to join in. I decided to focus

on savoring the delicious meal before me.

As I rose to refill my plate, my mother’s gaze finally landed on me. “Yvette,” she began,

“your appetite has certainly increased since you became pregnant. But your belly isn’t

showing much yet. You need to rest well and avoid overworking yourself.”

I nodded in understanding, aware of her concern. “Alright, I got it,” I replied, before rising

to refill my plate. After a few bites of rice, my mother’s words sank in

Only I knew that I was not pregnant, but my appetite had indeed been unusually large

lately. Could it be due to recent fatigue causing me to eat more?

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