You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 05

You Thought You Knew My Love Chapter 05

Adrian came home the next morning.

He looked exhausted. When he saw me standing on the stairs, he hugged me.

“My baby couldn’t sleep well without me, huh? It won’t happen again. Wait for me. I’ll take a shower, then sleep in with you.”

After saying that, he turned and went into the bathroom.

I stood there blankly, watching his back. Just now, when I buried my face in his arms, there hadn’t been even a trace of another woman’s scent on him.

His clothes were exactly the same style as yesterday’s.

He had hidden everything so well.

I didn’t dare imagine that if I never left, I would spend the next several decades being kept in the dark, a fool deceived by fake happiness.

A chill ran through me.

The doorbell rang downstairs. I opened the door.

It was Vivian Shaw.

She looked completely natural, as if appearing on my doorstep made perfect sense.

She held a jar in her hands. The smell of beef drifted from it.

She had come on purpose to provoke me.

I didn’t move.

“Nora, who are you talking to?”

Adrian came downstairs in a bathrobe, wiping his hair as he walked.

When he saw Vivian’s face, he froze.

He quickly glanced at me, then lowered his eyes slightly, his expression complicated.

“Miss Shaw. Don’t do unnecessary things. I never eat food made by other women.”

He snatched the jar from Vivian’s hands and threw it into the trash.

“Leave. Don’t bother my wife.”

He ignored Vivian’s face, which looked like it was about to crumble, and slammed the door shut.

“Who eats beef this early in the morning? Does she really think she matters?”

He grabbed my hand.

“What kind of woman did Julian find? Strange.”

I didn’t speak.

He lowered his head and studied my eyes carefully.

“You didn’t overthink it, did you?”

I pulled my hand free.

“What could I possibly think? Adrian, I’m a little tired. I want to sleep a little longer.”

After saying that, I went upstairs by myself.

He hadn’t even opened the jar.

How did he know there was beef inside?

Adrian Whitmore.

You already had a more intimate relationship with another woman, so why did you still work so

hard to lie to me?

Adrian’s gaze stayed on my back for a long while, but he didn’t say anything.

Ten minutes later, he quietly entered the study.

I hid behind the door.

There was a jar on the desk. A bowl was filled with steaming beef.

It smelled rich and delicious, the kind of thing people liked instantly.

He was on a video call.

“Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“If Nora finds out, you’re dead.”

It sounded like an order, but his tone was relaxed and happy.

“The beef? I threw it away.”

“I really threw it away.”

“Fine. Be good. I’m eating.”

“That’s more like it. If you do this again, just wait and see how I punish you…”

I leaned weakly against the wall.

The last trace of hope in my heart went out.