Chapter 31
Anna smiled and praised, “It was Mr. Hamilton who made breakfast. I didn’t expect Mr. Hamilton to have such good cooking skills. Mrs. Hamilton, you are really lucky!”
I watched Jaxson’s back, my heart a whirlwind of complex emotions.
His cooking skills – he learned them from Selena Hamilton.
Selena, Jaxson’s cousin, and like the rest of the Hamiltons, they didn’t particularly like me.
She knew about Jaxson’s relationship with Caroline.
Even after I married him, he deliberately compared me to Caroline, boasting about how much he’d loved her.
He learned to cook for “Caroline*. He’d never cooked for me.
But he was willing to learn for “her*. And now…this. This sudden whim to make breakfast.
I felt uneasy.
I didn’t understand his years of indifference, his ignoring me.
But now?
Was this genuine, or just a fleeting performance?
A last good impression, or merely a memory?
“Up?” Jaxson placed two breakfasts on the table. Italian lasagna. He moved one in front of me, then pulled out a chair. “I made some random sweet dishes; it should suit your taste.”
Anna moved the chair for me. I sat down, looking at the breakfast.
I actually didn’t like sweet food…he’d never bothered to remember that.
Forget it…we were getting divorced anyway, sooner or later.
“Thank you,” I said politely.
Jaxson squinted, his gaze intense.
Anna smiled.“Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton really loves you.”
My expression must have been stiff, the pain… palpable.
Jaxson held his knife and fork, eating elegantly. “After all, my wife works hard, so I should be understanding.”
I said nothing.
Anna, listening, looked into Jaxson’s eyes, seeing the perfect man.
A man like that was rare.
After Anna went downstairs, just Jaxson and I remained at the table.
I barely registered his words.
In front of Anna, he was always courteous, never once cold towards me.
But I knew the truth: this charade was only for Anna, the only person besides the Hamiltons who knew we were married.
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