Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 112

Emmanuel’s gaze shifted to the side, where the small green potted plants still filled the entire ward,

creating a refreshing green atmosphere.

Emmanuel couldn’t help but ask, “Tabitha, I heard that you had a conflict. with Naomi, which led to the

miscarriage… I’m sorry if I unintentionally brought up something painful for you. I just wanted to

express my

concern.”

Holding the sunflower in her hands, Tabitha stiffened at his words but quickly regained her composure.

Tabitha replied, “Yes.”

“Will you forgive Malcolm?” Emmanuel inquired once more. “And once you’re discharged, do you plan

to return to the Sinclair residence?”

Tabitha currently harbored no specific feelings toward Malcolm.

After all, the grievances between her and Naomi would exist even without Malcolm. Her miscarriage

was due to her health issues and had nothing to do with anyone else. C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

There was nothing to forgive. However, Tabitha would never be together with Malcolm again.

However… She had no intention of delving into such matters with Emmanuel, and her expression

carried a hint of cool detachment.

“Emmanuel, what do you mean by asking these questions?” Tabitha inquired.

Emmanuel blinked his eyes.

-Although Tabitha’s voice remained calm, he always sensed her presence as formidable. With just a

few words, she could effortlessly influence his perception.

Emmanuel explained gently, “I’m just concerned about you.”

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“Thank you, but this is my affair, and I will handle it myself,” Tabitha replied.

Tabitha turned around and found a vase, carefully arranging the dried flowers in it. She looked at them

intently for a few seconds.

Emmanuel suddenly felt a bit nervous and couldn’t help but ask, “Is it beautiful?”

Ever since he lost his little finger, he swore never to treat anyone sincerely again.

However, while spending time with Tabitha recently, he discovered himself easily influenced by her

emotions.

In the current moment, her expression revealed no trace of engagement, as if nothing could capture

her attention. He was eager to do something that would capture her attention and notice him.

Thus, he strained his brain to come up with anything that might please. Tabitha.

Tabitha nodded and smiled. “It’s beautiful.”

After getting her approval, a subtle lift appeared in the corners of Emmanuel’s eyebrows.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Emmanuel replied.

Tabitha suddenly turned to him and inquired, “Emmanuel, apart from your interest in flowers and plants,

do you have any other hobbies?”

Emmanuel’s smile broadened as he responded, “My pastimes are rather straightforward. Alongside

planting non–allergenic flowers and plants with my mother, I also engage in chess.”

“You’re filial.” Tabitha also smiled. “During the years you were abroad, did you stay in frequent contact

with your mother?”

“My mother is quite traditional. I used to write letters to her often and

send postcards,” Emmanuel replied.

“Postcards?” Tabitha’s expression hinted at nostalgia. “It’s been a long time since I heard that term. I

used to enjoy collecting, postcards when I was in , school. May I ask to take a look at your mother’s

postcard collection when

I have the time?”

Tabitha held a particular interest in those postcards. She was also convinced that Trevor would find

them intriguing as well.

“Of course,” Emmanuel said.

Tabitha posed several questions about Emmanuel’s work abroad, and he responded earnestly to each

one.

Unbeknownst to both of them, a tall figure stood outside the door, his expression subtly displeased.

Malcolm himself wasn’t sure how long he had been standing outside.

‘How long had it been since Tabitha had smiled at me like this, particularly since she miscarried?‘

Malcolm wondered.

Now, whenever she interacted with him, a calm and indifferent expression adorned her face as if his

actions could no longer evoke any emotional response from her.

Emmanuel had only brought her a bouquet of dried flowers, and she smiled so gently.

Malcolm’s chest heaved with force, gradually sinking as if plunging into. the depths of a cold, vast

ocean.

The surging seawater, accompanied by a penetrating chill, invaded his internal organs, rendering his

breathing increasingly uncomfortable.

The conversation between Tabitha and Emmanuel continued in the ward.

“Actually, besides studying flowers and plants, while I was abroad and not accustomed to the local

food, I also experimented with hometown

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cuisine… I can make beetroot soup,” Emmanuel shared.

Emmanuel appeared a little embarrassed as he continued, “I brought some for you to taste previously,

but you probably didn’t notice.

“He had handsome features with deep hazel eyes, and when his gaze

lowered, he exuded a sense of gentleness and reserve.

Tabitha expressed genuine surprise and said, “I couldn’t discern any difference in taste. It seems both

you and your mother are equally skilled.”

Starlight seemed to shimmer in her eyes, and her lips regained some color, akin to peach blossoms

blooming in spring.

The slender and graceful lines of Tabitha’s neck were now healed from the cut left by Jayden, leaving

only a faint pink scar.

Emmanuel averted his gaze with difficulty, his voice low and hoarse. “Whenever you are free, I can

teach you how to make it.”

“Is it very troublesome? Should I go to your house to learn?” Tabitha asked.

“Sure, as long as you don’t mind-” Emmanuel started to say.

Listening to their increasingly absurd conversation, Malcolm could no longer bear it. He raised his hand

and knocked on the door.

The smile on Tabitha’s face gradually faded as she spotted him. She then spoke in a calm tone. “You’re

here?”

Malcolm’s gaze darkened, and he subtly tightened his fingers, firmly gripping the flesh of his palm with

a resolute determination.

He pressed his thin lips together, shooting Emmanuel a cold glance.

“Tabby, it’s time for your medication,” Malcolm said.

The sudden intimate address caused Tabitha to pause briefly, but she swiftly regained her composure.

The intentional intimacy resembled a single petal falling into a lake, incapable of creating a slight ripple

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Tabitha nodded politely and said, “Thank you for reminding me.”

As she prepared to rise for water, Malcolm swiftly interjected, “Let me get some water for you.”

He walked up to Emmanuel and ordered icily, “Step aside.”