Chapter 56 Going Abroad
Hearing that voice, Emily's whole body stiffened.
She looked toward the sound and found herself staring into Matthew's warm, smiling eyes. "Matthew? You're here too."
Several men in suits stood beside him, apparently in the middle of a business discussion.
Matthew noticed her surprise. His light-colored eyes glanced outside the door—no other cars in sight.
He chuckled and turned to tell his business partners to enjoy their coffee first. "What are you doing here?"
Emily instinctively smoothed down her somewhat messy hair, forcing out a smile. "Well, I was just passing by... thought I'd come in and try some afternoon tea."
Matthew could tell at a glance that she didn't look well, and even... seemed a bit guilty?
He raised an eyebrow slightly. "You..."
Suddenly!
Emily swayed, still not recovered from her low blood sugar.
Matthew's heart immediately tightened. He quickly stepped forward to support her. "Are you still not feeling well? Why aren't you resting at home? Running around by yourself?"
After speaking, he ordered a hot chocolate, honey toast, and some of Emily's favorite desserts.
Emily sat down with his help, the faint scent of pine wood filling her nose.
Her tense nerves relaxed slightly. "I'm fine, Matthew. It's just low blood sugar. The design draft was a bit urgent, so I didn't have time to eat."
Emily's clear, bright eyes kept glancing outside.
Ten minutes or so had passed. Alex must have noticed she was gone by now.
Matthew sighed helplessly. "I offered to find you a nutritionist and you said you didn't need one? Your body is too weak right now. You must maintain balanced nutrition. By the way, I heard... you and Alex are getting divorced?"
At the mention of divorce, she looked down, stirring the hot milk in her cup. "Yeah."
Matthew gently pushed the dessert in front of her. "Don't think about those unhappy things. I'll always be here for you. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Emmie, you just need to turn around."
Emily didn't think anything of it. "Thanks, Matthew."
Matthew asked, "So what are your plans next?"
Emily paused slightly, then lowered her eyes and took a bite of dessert. "I'm planning to go abroad after the divorce is finalized. I've already found a job there."
Matthew's eyes brightened, his smile deepening. "That's great. I'll see you off at the airport."
"Okay!" Emily's eyes curved with a rare sense of ease.
They smiled at each other, the atmosphere warm and relaxed.
Neither noticed the cold figure that had been standing at the café entrance for quite some time.
The hostile energy radiating from Alex was about to freeze the air.
He held an exquisitely packaged cake, having bought nearly every variety from the bakery, only to find the car empty.
His earlier panicked heart had now frozen solid, his eyes growing sharper and colder.
"Ha."
And he thought something had happened to her.
Thinking of how he'd frantically searched the streets just now, he found it laughable.
Emily sitting with Matthew, sharing desserts—strawberry cake no less—where was even a trace of weakness on her face?
She'd brushed him off in the car earlier—all an act!
All to shake him off and meet Matthew.
Alex suddenly sneered. The cake bag crumpled in his grip, his eyes frosting over with ice. "Emily, you're really something."The cake was violently thrown to the ground, cream and fruit splattered everywhere, followed by the roar of an engine.
Emily sensed something and looked sharply toward the café, but only saw a ribbon on the ground.
Matthew wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth, smiling. "What's wrong?"
Suddenly, Emily pulled back several inches, embarrassed. "Nothing. Matthew, I'm a bit tired. I'll head back now. You continue your meeting. I don't want to disturb you."
"I'll take you." Matthew stood to walk her to her car.
Emily smiled weakly.
Half an hour later, at the Baker family estate.
Susan rushed up when she saw her return. "Emily, you're finally back. Are you okay?"
Emily took a sip of water. "I'm fine, just low blood sugar."
Seeing her face still pale, Susan didn't say much, just hesitated. "Mr. Baker... when he came back, he packed his bags and said he's going on a business trip. Seems like there's an urgent project. He'll be gone at least ten days to two weeks."
Emily's steps halted, her brow furrowing instantly.
A business trip?
Again.
Always a business trip whenever something important came up.
But the divorce papers were about to be finalized—what project was so urgent it couldn't wait a few days?
Emily simply pulled out her phone and made a call.
However, only a cold automated message about the phone being off came through the receiver. He was probably on a plane.
Emily gripped her phone, utterly speechless.
The divorce proceedings would be delayed again. How annoying.
Susan quickly helped her sit on the sofa. "Emily, rest well. You've been running around and haven't eaten, right? I made you some pasta. The old lady quite likes it. Try it and see if you like it."
With that, a beautifully plated bowl of pasta was brought over.
The rich aroma of black pepper filled the air, but as soon as Emily smelled it, her face changed. That fishy, spicy sensation shot straight to her throat, and her stomach churned violently.
"Ugh—"
She instinctively covered her mouth, got up, and rushed to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and vomiting violently. Her palm-sized face grew even paler, without a trace of color.
Susan's face went white with fear. She quickly followed and patted her back. "Emily, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick somewhere? Why are you suddenly vomiting so badly?"
The commotion was so loud it alarmed Margaret.
She had just come out of her room when she saw Emily vomiting uncontrollably. "Oh my, what's wrong with my Emmie? Quick, quick, quick, get her some water."
"Right away." Susan hurried to the living room for water.
Margaret rushed downstairs. "Emmie, what's going on? Did you eat something bad?"
Emily weakly shook her head. "No, my stomach's just been uncomfortable lately. Grandma, don't worry."
But a flash of understanding crossed the old lady's eyes, followed by irrepressible joy.
When Emily recovered a bit, rinsed her mouth, and straightened up, the old lady grabbed her hand. "Silly girl, don't hide it from Grandma. Anyone can see from your reaction that you're pregnant. Grandma's going to have a great-grandchild, right?"
The old woman's dignified yet kind eyes were full of smiles.
Emily's whole body shook, her face growing even paler.