Chapter 5 Moving in with the Mistress
"Grandma, no, I still can't..." Emily couldn't hold onto even the last trace of a smile on her face.
The next second, Margaret pinched Alex directly, scolding him in frustration. "You silly boy, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring Emmie back home!"
"These next few days, you better treat her right. Bags, jewelry, cakes, flowers—swipe that card without blinking an eye!"
What was Grandma getting herself involved in now?
The man's eyes darkened, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, clearly unwilling.
They had married by agreement after all, with no feelings involved. What good would forcing them together do?
But the old lady didn't care about any of that. She immediately pulled out her phone and opened a shopping app. "Do you even know how to make a girl happy? Look at how young people date nowadays. Not like you—you're like a block of wood!"
"Even I, an old lady, am better at this than you!"
"If I were Emmie, I wouldn't have chased after you so single-mindedly back then."
Emily stood to the side, watching the old lady skillfully scrolling through her phone, the corner of her mouth twitching.
Things had come to this point—no one could say anything to object.
After all, the old lady wasn't in good health. If she got upset and something happened, it would be serious.
Emily had no choice but to agree, "Alright, I'll listen to Grandma."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Only then did Alex respond in a hoarse voice. "Got it."
He had no idea what methods Emily had used to make Grandma like her so much.
"Got it my ass!"
"You're not a kid anymore and you still need this old bag of bones to help you keep your wife happy. If it weren't for me, could you have even gotten married?"
Alex didn't know what to say. Grandma really wasn't giving him any face at all.
Emily stood to the side, completely speechless.
With the old lady blocking the way, she probably wouldn't be able to get divorced anytime soon.
But what about Paris...
Suddenly, Margaret turned her head, her tone becoming even more loving. "Emmie dear, after you go back, watch how he behaves. If he dares bully you, just call Grandma and I'll deal with him!"
Emily looked at the sincerity in the old lady's eyes, her heart aching, and finally nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to Grandma."
She knew refusing again would keep the old lady awake with worry, so she'd just put on a show for her.
They wouldn't be living together anyway. After she left, she'd talk to Grandma properly.
Only then did Margaret wave her hand in satisfaction. "Alright, Alex, take Emmie back home. And hurry up and give me a great-grandchild!"
With a boom, Emily's face turned completely red. "Grandma!"
But she didn't mention that she was already pregnant.
If she did, she'd never be able to leave.
Knowing she was embarrassed, Margaret didn't say more, just smiled even more warmly.
Meanwhile, Alex turned and headed out first, not wanting to wait even half a second longer.
And Emily, having been with him for three years, how could she not know he was angry?
But now, she couldn't be bothered to care.
It wasn't like she was the one who didn't want the divorce.
She then got up to say goodbye to Grandma, promising to make TikTok videos with her next time.
Five minutes later, Emily left the old mansion.
A Cayenne was parked not far away.
Alex slowly rolled down the window, his tone cold and hard. "Get in."
A faint smell of tobacco drifted out through the window. Emily frowned almost imperceptibly, then pulled open the door and got in.
The atmosphere inside the car was so oppressive it was suffocating.
It wasn't until the car slowly pulled away from the old mansion that Alex suddenly spoke, his tone full of mockery. "If you think the money's too little, just say so. Why use Grandma as a shield?"
Emily leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, too lazy to explain to him.
She pressed down the window, breathing in the fresh air rushing in from outside, finally feeling a bit better.
But her silence, in Alex's eyes, was an admission.
His irritation grew worse. He floored the gas pedal, the engine roaring suddenly, "Better not play those tricks of yours. Clinging to the Bakers won't do you any good."
Emily listened, her heart aching terribly.
Was he that eager to cut ties with her?
Emily forced down her nearly collapsing emotions, her voice calm without a ripple. "Alex, I only agreed to move back for Grandma's sake, so she wouldn't get upset."
"In a couple days, I'll leave on my own."
Just ahead, the road section was a highway.
After the traffic light, Emily called out. "Stop the car."
Alex furrowed his brows, his tone extremely impatient. "There's a limit to making a scene. We've already left the old mansion, no one's watching you put on an act."
"I said stop the car!" Emily's voice was hoarse, almost distorted, with a suppressed sob, "Now that we're where Grandma can't see, neither of us needs to pretend. Let me out here."
She was certainly more defiant than before.
It seemed he'd been too indulgent with her, which was why she dared speak to him like this.
Alex laughed coldly, "Then I'll grant your wish."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hit the brakes and stopped by the roadside.
Emily didn't hesitate for half a second before pushing the door open and getting out.
Her movements were quick and decisive, without a trace of reluctance.
The moment she got out, the car pulled away.
Emily's heart felt bitter.
See, this was Alex.
The Alex who would never stop for her.
She gripped her bag tightly, took a deep breath, and hailed a taxi.
At this moment, Alex had already driven two blocks away, his stern face almost seeping with coldness.
Suddenly, he sneered. "You're getting better and better at playing hard to get."
He was certain that in a couple days, Emily would take the initiative to apologize and make peace, just like before.
Soon, the sky grew dark.
Emily returned to her own apartment.
Sitting on the sofa, even the soft warm light couldn't hide the exhaustion on her face.
She tilted her head slightly to look at the night view outside the window, raising her hand to touch her belly, a smile curving at the corner of her mouth.
Baby, just wait a little longer.
Mommy will soon be able to take you away from here.
Then, while there was still time, Emily simply packed a few changes of clothes.
She'd be leaving in a couple days, and bringing too much back and forth would be troublesome.
It was just putting on a show for Grandma anyway.
The next day at ten in the morning, Emily dragged her suitcase and took a taxi back to the Bakers' villa, but just as she reached the entrance, she saw Alex's car parked outside the courtyard.
At that moment, Grace was holding his arm, smiling warmly and gently. "Alex, thank you for these past days. What would I do without you?"
She was wearing a haute couture dress, her face smiling.
Alex closed the car door, his stern features softening for a moment. "No need to be polite with me."
"From now on, just settle in here comfortably."
She had just left the house, and Alex had already brought someone else back?
He really couldn't wait, could he?
Just then, Grace turned her head and happened to see Emily with her suitcase, pretending to be surprised. "Miss Johnson, what are you doing here?"
Alex paused, turned to see Emily, his brows immediately furrowing. When he turned back to Grace, his expression softened again, "Wait here for me a moment."
After speaking, he strode over to Emily's side, his large hand grabbing her arm and pulling her aside. "Emily, are you doing this on purpose? You had to come back at this exact time!"
"Grace can't get upset, so stop hovering around her!"
Can't get upset?
What a "can't get upset"!
Emily stared at Alex's anxious concern for Grace, feeling her heart ache terribly.
She immediately shook off his hand, her eyes calm and emotionless, "You think I wanted to come back?"