Dressed as a wealthy widow who inherits billions of inheritances

Chapter 520

I don't know if it's because I'm sleepy, or because Shen Ye takes too long in the shower.

When Xia Zhiwei opened his eyes, it was dawn and the bed beside him was empty.

She sat up from the bed in a daze, a little confused whether Shen Ye last night was a dream or real.

Just as she was thinking, the bedroom door was pushed open, and seeing the man walking into the bedroom, Xia Zhiwei's heart couldn't help beating faster.

Shen Ye walked in front of her, with a calm expression on his face that she had never seen before.

"Get up when you wake up, breakfast is ready."

Xia Zhiwei's lips moved, and finally he only uttered one word, "Okay."

At the dining table, the two ate breakfast quietly.

It is said that a long absence is better than a new marriage, but there is no joy and sweetness between the two of them, instead they are extraordinarily silent and depressed.

Wei Lai tried to ease the atmosphere, "Madam, how does breakfast taste today?"

"It's okay, Uncle Lai, your craftsmanship is getting better and better."

Xia Zhiwei praised insincerely, but in fact, she didn't have any appetite at all, she just stuffed food into her mouth instinctively.

Wei Lai said with a smile: "Madam is amazing, these breakfasts are made by the husband himself, and the husband gets up before dawn."

Xia Zhiwei subconsciously looked at Shen Ye.

Sensing her gaze, he raised his eyes and said in a clear and deep voice, "Eat more if you like."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Xia Zhiwei said dryly, and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at the other person's expression.

Shen Ye stared at her with dark eyes for a long time before withdrawing his gaze.

"I'm done eating, you eat slowly."

After finishing speaking, Xia Zhiwei put down his chopsticks and got up to walk outside the restaurant.

The low air pressure on the man's body was too strong, and he would feel out of breath if he stayed for another second.

"Wait for me in the study and talk about what happened last night."

Xia Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat when he met the man's dark and heavy eyes.

Back on the second floor, Xia Zhiwei went back to the bedroom and changed.

A nude pink suspender dress with a cross on the right side of the skirt. When walking, the whole snow-white right leg appears and disappears, which is both sweet and sexy.

Looking in the mirror, Xia Zhiwei felt sick.

She is pregnant now, what does she want to do dressed like this?
She hurriedly chose a new set of loose casual clothes, and was about to change when there was a sudden movement outside the door.

Seeing the man walking into the cloakroom, Xia Zhiwei explained anxiously (to cover up): "I'm going out soon."

Shen Ye looked her up and down, his voice was faint, unable to hear the real emotion.

"Aren't you pregnant? Are you still wearing high heels?"

Xia Zhiwei looked away guiltily, not daring to look into the man's eyes, "This skirt can also be paired with flat shoes."

In the study, Shen Ye stood quietly in front of the window like a stone sculpture.

He has seen women in many ways, confident, cunning, shy, happy, and angry, but he has never seen her like this, dodging with guilt, like a little girl who has done something wrong.

Even if she told him seriously and calmly last night that she was pregnant and the child in her belly was not his, he still didn't believe it.

In other words, he would rather she was joking with her, and would say such things to anger him out of anger.

Since childhood, he has never been afraid of anything.

Be calculated, assassinated, betrayed, or face countless guns with live ammunition from the defenders on the island.

But last night, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed, he felt fear for the first time.

Afraid that what she said was true, afraid that she would not love him anymore, afraid that she would leave him, and even more afraid that she would not be by her side for the rest of her life.

He didn't even dare to wake her up, for fear that she would tell him things that would make him more painful and desperate than a knife stabbing his heart.

(End of this chapter)