Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 80

“The company’s giving out fireworks as part of the employee benefits this year. We ended up with

extras, so I asked Saul to bring some back.”

Malcolm paused briefly before continuing, “Want to light up a few?”

These particular fireworks were designed for open spaces and were not meant for grand displays in the

sky.

Malcolm patiently waited through the prolonged silence for Tabitha’s response. Finally, she replied,

“Nah, it’s too dangerous in this dry weather. The doctor also told me to take extra care of myself. I can’t

afford anything to go wrong now.”

“Besides, it’s getting late,” Tabitha calmly added, a subtle expression on her face. “I should really head

back and get some rest.”

The courage Malcolm had mustered to make the invitation slowly dissipated as it became clear Tabitha

remained guarded against him.

Alone, Malcolm walked to the garden, where the fireworks crackled and painted the air with bursts of

light.

Under the vivid lights, his handsome face emanated a warm gold as his eyes remained cold and

downcast. Malcolm was in a terrible mood.

Upstairs, Tabitha sat on the edge of the bed, absently scrolling through her phone with her thoughts

scattered, her mind clearly elsewhere.

Her window, which gave her a side view of the backyard garden, caught the sudden burst of fireworks.

The fireworks were beautiful, and Tabitha could not help but go to the window to take in the view. That

was when she caught sight of the lonely figure standing below.

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The garden was alight with fireworks, and there stood the once unattainable, handsome man who now

appeared touched by the earthly wonders around him.

Suddenly, a memory flashed in Tabitha’s mind from the year when Malcolm had reached out to lift her

up.

With that memory swirling in Tabitha’s mind, her feet were carrying her out of the room and down to the

garden before she knew it.

At this moment, Malcolm had his back turned, engrossed in a muffled phone call that she could not

quite make out over the fireworks.

Walking closer toward Malcolm, Tabitha overheard him saying, “Have a good rest… We’ll talk about the

child later…”

The sounds of the fireworks muffled most of his words, but Tabitha could make out enough to realize

he was talking to Naomi.

Tabitha stopped in her tracks. Suddenly, a smile crossed her face.

Shaking her head as if to dispel the image in her mind, Tabitha turned and walked away without

hesitation.

After finishing his call, Malcolm glanced back, as if sensing something.

However, the area behind him was empty and devoid of any presence.

Malcolm chuckled wryly to himself as a touch of melancholy settled into his heart.

It was a long night, and Malcolm had lit up all seven boxes of fireworks before retiring to his room.

Figuring Tabitha was probably already asleep, he didn’t want to disturb her, so he slept in the study for

the night instead.

The next morning, Tabitha and Malcolm rose early to exchange Christmas

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greetings with Alaric.

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Dressed in a festive traditional suit, Alaric smiled more kindly than usual as he handed out Christmas

gifts to Tabitha and Malcolm, as well as to the housekeepers of the manor.

The Sinclair manor buzzed with laughter and joy, catching the festive spirit on Christmas Day.

Alaric informed the kitchen staff about preparing roasted turkey for the day and kept hinting that Tabitha

was to take charge of it herself.

Malcolm stood there silently, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he observed his grandfather’s newly

endearing demeanor.

However, Tabitha’s thoughts were miles away. She remembered promising Emmanuel just yesterday

that she would visit him in the hospital today.

Throwing on her coat, she vaguely informed Alaric she was going shopping with friends and headed

out.

Consumed by her own plans, Tabitha did not notice the dark shadow that crossed Malcolm’s face as

she left.

It was one o’clock at noon when Tabitha arrived at the hospital.

Emmanuel was leaning against a pillow, scrolling through his phone, when her sudden appearance

cast a subtle shadow across his face. Jayden’s words. from yesterday echoed in his mind, and fearing

his father would cause. trouble, Emmanuel found himself wishing Tabitha would leave.

Tabitha greeted Emmanuel with a warm smile, “Merry Christmas, Emmanuel.”

In her hands, she held some nutritional supplements she had brought as gifts. Unaware of the

darkened look that crossed Emmanuel’s face, Tabitha turned to set the gifts down while continuing her

cheerful chatter.

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Staring at Tabitha’s stunning side profile, Emmanuel took a deep breath and soon flashed a gentle

smile that was a signature of his. “Merry Christmas.”

Tabitha pulled up a chair to sit at Emmanuel’s bedside and asked about hist condition with concern.

“How are you feeling today? Feeling any better?”

“Much better?” Emmanuel nodded. “I should be discharged in a few days.”

Noticing the sharpness in Emmanuel’s tone, Tabitha could not help but subtly glance at the fruit basket

beside her.

The fruit basket remained untouched, exactly as she had left it the day before. It sat undisturbed,

neither moved nor unpacked.

Perhaps, being hospitalized due to his injury and especially without family by his side, Emmanuel might

not be in his best mood.

Tabitha asked, “Have you eaten today? Did your mother… ”

“She hasn’t shown up!” Emmanuel cut in, irritation crossing his face. “My mother’s unwell. No need to

bother her with trivial stuff.”

Tabitha nodded and responded tactfully, “Your injuries haven’t healed up. Get some good rest. I’ll take

off now and not bother you any longer.”

Emmanuel paused and immediately realized that he was a being somewhat impatient.

For many years, he had long learned to maintain composure to hide his true feelings on the inside.

Regardless of how bad things got, he would never let anyone read the inner turmoil within him.

Yet, in the presence of Tabitha, that practiced control slipped away.

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Staring at Tabitha’s stunning side profile, Emmanuel took a deep breath. and soon flashed a gentle

smile that was a signature of his. “Merry Christmas.”

Tabitha pulled up a chair to sit at Emmanuel’s bedside and asked about his condition with concern.

“How are you feeling today? Feeling any better?”

“Much better.” Emmanuel nodded. “I should be discharged in a few days.”

Noticing the sharpness in Emmanuel’s tone, Tabitha could not help but subtly glance at the fruit basket

beside her.

The fruit basket remained untouched, exactly as she had left it the day before. It sat undisturbed,

neither moved nor unpacked.

Perhaps, being hospitalized due to his injury and especially without family by his side, Emmanuel might

not be in his best mood.

Tabitha asked, “Have you eaten today? Did your mother…”

“She hasn’t shown up!” Emmanuel cut in, irritation crossing his face. “My mother’s unwell. No need to

bother her with trivial stuff.”

Tabitha nodded and responded tactfully, “Your injuries haven’t healed up. Get some good rest. I’ll take

off now and not bother you any longer.”

Emmanuel paused and immediately realized that he was a being somewhat impatient.

For many years, he had long learned to maintain composure to hide his true feelings on the inside.

Regardless of how bad things got, he would never let anyone read the inner turmoil within him.

Yet, in the presence of Tabitha, that practiced control slipped away. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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