Chapter 174: He’s Getting Married (Part 2)
Alison returned, but Jack missed her.
She stood and watched silently as the car drove away.
Through the glass, she could only glimpse his silhouette.
Once the car had gone, Alison hurried to the roadside and hailed a taxi.
Only after she got into the cab did she exhale a deep breath.
As the cab moved forward, all she wanted was to get home quickly. Only the children could steady her heart.
Fixing her gaze on the window, she leaned back against the seat, every nerve taut, as if perched on needles.
“Miss, do you need any help?” the driver asked, seeing her face pale.
“Oh, no, thank you.”
The car continued.
Suddenly, Alison spotted the white car again. Without hesitation, she ducked down.
“Are you okay, miss?” the driver asked.
“Just a headache. I’m fine.”
As she lay there, the white car whizzed past. When she looked up again, it was gone.
Her heart pounded.
So close—yet worlds apart.
As the two vehicles grew farther apart, Alison finally sat up straight and peered through the rear-view mirror. The streak of white faded slowly until it vanished.
An ache welled inside her, tinged with a fleeting warmth.
He must care about me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have called so many times. But Jack—you’re about to get married.
Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision.
When she got home, daylight had already broken.
The nanny was startled. “Madam, what happened?”
Seeing her pale face, the nanny hurried to support her.
“Madam, you look terrible. Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No, I’ll be fine after resting a bit.”
“Madam, you’ve been unwell these past few days, and you haven’t eaten properly. It must be your stomach. Just see a doctor—if it’s nothing, we can all be at ease.”
She knew the nanny was worrying, but her illness was beyond doctors—only that man could cure it.
“Help me back to my room. Don’t frighten the children.”
“All right.”
Back in bed, she felt utterly drained, her face pale.
The nanny still fretted. “Madam, you really do look terrible.”
“It’s fine. Go take care of the children. I just need to rest for a while.” She waved weakly.
The nanny shook her head and left.
The door closed.
Exhausted, Alison shut her eyes.
Images of Jack filled her mind.
I miss you so much. Are you also missing me?
After the children went to kindergarten, she lay in bed all day without eating.
Unable to resist her longing, she had the nanny buy a newspaper.
The front page featured photos of Jack and Aimée’s wedding shoot. The note at the bottom told her the date—it was yesterday.
He was due to marry Aimée on the 25th of this month. The day was coming soon.
She gazed at his photo, her fingers tracing his eyes, nose, lips.
She truly couldn’t fathom his heart.
He loved her, yet he was going to marry Aimée.
Time slipped by.
The children burst in through the door.
Alison stuffed the newspaper beneath her pillow in a hurry.
“Mummy, here’s your ice cream! Quick, eat it before it melts!” Sophia rushed to her bed.
Alison was startled, terrified they might run into someone—Aidan, Colton, or Laura.
“Ethan and I asked the nanny to buy it. She said you were unwell. I thought Mummy loved ice cream most, so when we passed the shop, I asked her to buy one for you. Mummy, eat it quickly.”
She smiled, warmth flooding her, yet replied, “Mummy will enjoy it later.”
“Mummy, you look really pale. Please eat it.”
“Mummy probably has an upset stomach. I don’t feel well, and I can’t eat cold things. Enjoy it yourself, Sophia.”
“Then I’ll put it in the fridge. Mummy can eat it when you feel better,” Sophia said.
She ruffled Sophia’s hair. “Good girl. Ice cream doesn’t taste good after the fridge. You eat it for me. If Mummy can eat tomorrow, you can buy some then.”
“Okay.”
Alison smiled, her heart lighter. Her complexion brightened, and hunger returned.
The children had filled the emptiness in her chest.
That evening, she finally had an appetite and savoured the food.