Chapter 125 Returning to the Old Residence Again
Emily remained silent, neither looking at him nor responding, as if she hadn't heard a word.
Neon lights flashed across the city, but they couldn't illuminate her heart.
Those betrayed feelings and ignored efforts—how could a single sentence wipe them all away?
Alex's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. "Can you give me another chance?"
Emily remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "There's no need to bring up the past."
"The important thing right now is Grandma." Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Those two sentences alone clearly drew a line between them.
There was no going back for them.
Alex's eyes darkened instantly. A surge of bitterness nearly made him lose control, and his heart throbbed with pain.
He looked at her cold, resolute profile, wanting to say something, but the words felt hollow.
The car fell into silence once more.
Emily watched the street scenes flash by outside the window. "I just remembered something."
"Hmm? What?"
"After you drop us home, go to the old house and pack some of Grandma's usual belongings and spare clothes. She'll need them when she wakes up. She doesn't like things that smell like disinfectant, so try to make the hospital room feel more comfortable."
Alex's throat suddenly tightened.
None of that had even crossed his mind.
Even after the divorce, she still cared so much about Grandma.
He had even suspected before that she was merely using Grandma as a shield...
His long fingers clenched tightly as Alex said at once, "I don't know what Grandma likes. Please come with me."
"What?!" Emily looked over in surprise. "Come with you? We're divorced. What would it look like if I went back to the old house now? Plus, you're engaged to Grace. Getting entangled with your ex-wife like this—aren't you afraid the media will make a story out of it?"
Alex's tone was firm. "Not afraid."
Emily frowned. "Sorry. I don't want anything between you and her disrupting my life anymore. Mr. Baker, don't be so selfish."
Alex went quiet.
It was hard to see her because he had no reason to.
Now, with a rare opportunity to be alone with her, how could he possibly let it slip away?
"Going together will be easier. I'll drop you and Eleanor home first, then head straight to the old house from there—it's closer and saves time. Besides, you know what Grandma likes better than anyone. If anything's missing, we can take care of it right away."
Emily considered it for a moment after hearing that.
She had to admit his reasoning made sense—and she couldn't refuse.
Grandma and Alex were completely different in personality.
Don't let the old lady's age fool you; her mindset was even younger than Emily's.
If Alex went alone to pack, he'd probably miss things.
Going back later would only delay things for Grandma.
After considering it, she didn't refuse. "Fine. But after packing, send me straight back."
A spark of light appeared in Alex's eyes. "Okay."
In that moment, the air in the car shifted subtly—there was no more distance or coldness, only a hint of calm.
Emily held Eleanor and leaned back in her seat, gently closing her eyes. The exhaustion and worry from the past few days eased slightly.
Alex glanced at the mother and daughter from the corner of his eye, his sharp brows softening.
He reached up to adjust the car temperature. At a red light, he gently pulled a thin blanket from the car and covered her and Eleanor, his movements careful, as if he didn't want to wake them.
Emily's lashes trembled slightly, but she remained still.
Soon, they arrived at the Johnson house.
As the headlights illuminated the villa door, Andrew stepped out. "Emmie?"
Emily got out, holding the child. "Dad, I need to go back to the Baker old house. Grandma's doing much better, so I have to pack some things. Please watch Eleanor for now. She's asleep—just take her to her room. Wake her in two hours for some formula."
Andrew paused. "You're going back to the Baker old house?"
Emily pressed her brow helplessly. "Yeah, Alex doesn't know Grandma's preferences, so I'll help pack."
Andrew shot him a look of displeasure.
Alex stepped forward with long strides and gave a slight nod. "Andrew, I'll bring Emmie back once we're done. Grandma just woke up—please understand."
Andrew already had issues with him from the engagement party that day.
Now that he dared show up, Andrew had no pleasant expression for him, but he still showed respect for the elders. "Two hours. If I don't see Emmie by then, I'll call Miss Miller. I'm sure Mr. Baker doesn't want his fiancée hearing anything."
That wouldn't benefit the Baker family at all.
Alex didn't get angry at all. "Okay, Andrew, you can rest assured."
Emily didn't explain further and tugged at him. "Let's go."
If they didn't hurry, it would be dawn before they finished.
A faint smile flickered in Alex's eyes as he opened the car door for her.
Emily didn't stand on ceremony; she got in and buckled up.
Watching the black Cayenne drive off, Andrew shook his head helplessly. "Sigh... I have no idea whether this is right or wrong."
Lillian held Eleanor, her well-maintained face full of worry. "Emmie getting too close to Alex will only hurt our daughter. Oh, and what you said about the Moore family earlier—what did you mean? We can move that forward!"
Andrew's mouth twitched. "We have to ask Emmie first. We can't decide for her—she has her own ideas."
Lillian didn't agree. "Right after their divorce, you hinted to Alex both openly and subtly, and what did he do? He never once went to Paris to find Emmie! Now he regrets it? Too late! Listen to me on this—set it up right away. I'll talk to Emmie."
Andrew had no choice but to agree.
Meanwhile, Emily arrived at the Baker old house.
She stood at the door, hesitating to go in.
Margaret and Susan weren't there, so the place felt especially empty—not even a light was on.
Alex parked and walked over. "What's wrong? Not going in?"
Emily said nothing and walked straight inside.
She had just pushed open the door and stepped into the living room, not yet finding the switch, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The next second, she was pulled into a tight embrace.
"Gu..."
"I missed you so much." Alex buried his face in her neck.
The sudden move caught Emily off guard, and she forgot to struggle for a moment.
Alex breathed in her scent deeply. "Hug me, okay?"
Emily's fingers twitched, but she didn't lift her hands. "Mr. Baker, behave yourself."
Alex slowly straightened up, leaning closer to her lips in the dark. "After all these years abroad, you didn't miss me?"
"No."
"Not even a little?"
"Not at all."
"What about here, then?"
Emily's cheeks heated up. "You—what are you doing? Have you no shame?!"
In the dark, Alex's eyes burned with intensity. "If I had any shame, I wouldn't have a wife."
Emily looked up in shock. "Who—who's your wife? Get off!"