Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 675: Silently Resenting Him

In the seaside villa, past one in the morning,

a middle-aged woman came out of Vanessa Sterling’s room, gently locked the door, and went downstairs to say to Miles Sterling, who was sitting there, "Miss has gone to sleep. You should also rest early, sir."

Showing signs of exhaustion, Miles Sterling nodded slightly and replied, "You should rest now. Get up at seven tomorrow morning to make her breakfast."

"Okay."

After the housekeeper left, Miles Sterling remained seated in the living room. When he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, he found Vanessa’s phone.

Once he turned it on, several messages and missed calls popped up immediately.

The numbers weren’t saved, and he didn’t call them back.

The messages were from Audrey Sutton, mainly just asking about Vanessa’s current situation.

Fearing Audrey Sutton might report to the police if she couldn’t find her, causing him extra trouble, he replied on Vanessa’s behalf: I’m fine, don’t worry.

Audrey Sutton placed her phone by her pillow, and perhaps because of her concerns, her usual deep slumber was disturbed by the light from the phone screen.

Groggily, she picked up the phone, and seeing that Vanessa had replied, she immediately sat up in bed and asked: Where are you? Are you alright?

After a pause, Miles replied: I’m good, about to rest now.

Audrey Sutton: Did your brother discover the plan? I know he returned to the country today. Did he do anything to you?

After a long while, Miles mimicked Vanessa’s tone and replied: Let’s just end it here; I’m a bit tired. You should rest early too.

Audrey Sutton frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling conflicted for a moment.

Shane Warner reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, looking at her: "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

Audrey put down the phone and curled up in Shane Warner’s arms, her mind in turmoil.

Vanessa gave up.

But clearly, she was forced to give up.

It felt like she unwittingly messed things up.

Even though she said it was nothing, Audrey knew Vanessa’s personality; even if there were problems, she wouldn’t openly worry others. But at least she replied, which somewhat reassured Audrey, proving she was okay.

All night, she worried about whether Vanessa could withstand Miles’ harshness.

After closing the chat, Miles scrolled through the phone’s photo album.

There were only a few screenshots about her comics, no selfies or any photos taken by her.

He wondered if it was because there wasn’t anything worth capturing, or if it was because she knew he would check her phone, and so she didn’t want to record anything.

The phone was quite clean, with the contacts only including Audrey Sutton and her female editor, along with a few peer author groups. He scanned the chat records and found she had barely spoken in them.

She seemed quite accustomed to this self-secluded lifestyle.

He didn’t know if it was good or bad.

Frustrated, he closed the phone and prepared to put it away when he suddenly felt a slight bulge behind the soft rubber case.

He opened the phone to find a tiny listening device.

It seemed that during his absence, she had learned a lot.

She had done so much just to distance herself from a life with him...

But unfortunately, she might not have another chance to escape.

Miles pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, first lighting the one hanging from his lips before burning the small listening device.

He walked to the semicircular balcony outside the living room, where the winter night’s sea breeze was a bit piercing, but the moonlight was much brighter than in the city, casting a shimmering glow on the sea.

The sound of waves gently hitting the rocks seemed almost magical, capable of slowly soothing the human heart.

This villa had been in his plans for years, specifically built for her.

He remembered once reading an essay she wrote in elementary school.

Back then, she still had dreams and hopes.

She said she loved the sea, wanted to play by it, and dreamed that when she grew up, she could own her own house by the sea and fall asleep every night to the sound of the waves.

For some reason, it etched itself into his heart.

He always wanted to present this place to her as a gift, imagining the joy on her face the first time he brought her there, and her telling him she loved it.

But this gift had never been given, and now it appeared before her in this manner. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He felt that to her, anything he gave, regardless of what it was, would never garner her affection.

...

Days passed, and Vanessa showed no emotions.

She stayed in her room, ate and slept on time, mostly sitting on the carpet by the bed staring out at the ocean, lost in thought. Mrs. Shaw said sometimes she could sit in a daze for hours and only react when called for meals.

Miles had given her a puzzle, but a few days later, when he checked, she hadn’t even removed the outer wrapping. It lay on the empty table, seemingly untouched.

Subsequently, he had a computer installed in her room, but it wasn’t connected to the internet, only equipped with some office software and the painting tools she needed for work, unable to make any external contacts.

Once the computer was set up, Miles stood in the room, watching Vanessa who sat with her back to him on the bed and said, "Finish your work and save it on the USB. I will post it for you."

Vanessa didn’t turn her head, merely replied softly with an "Okay," appearing calm.

But Miles always felt something was off with her.

After leaving the room, Mrs. Shaw stopped Miles and, in a low voice, suggested, "Sir, the weather seems nice today. Maybe I can take Miss for a walk?"

Miles paused and replied, "You can ask if she’d like to go, just stay nearby and then come back."

Mrs. Shaw nodded with a smile, evidently feeling sorry for Vanessa being cooped up in the room every day: "Alright."

Miles went back downstairs, sat on the couch, and smoked, feeling worried that Vanessa might refuse to come down.

He sensed that even though Vanessa said nothing and showed no displeasure, her daily habit of staring at the ocean lost in thought was her silent way of resenting him.

Mrs. Shaw entered the room and looked at Vanessa still sitting in the same spot without a word, she retrieved a warm coat from the closet, approached her gently, and said, "Miss, put on your coat. Let’s go for a walk."

Vanessa turned to look at Mrs. Shaw, who smiled and draped the coat over her shoulders, saying, "The master agreed. It’s rare for the skies to clear up today, let’s go enjoy some sunshine."

Vanessa hesitated for a moment, stood up, slipped her arms into the coat, zipped it up, and followed Mrs. Shaw out of the room.

Miles felt a sudden sense of relief when he saw her coming downstairs with Mrs. Shaw. He flicked the ash from his cigarette and glanced at Vanessa, but she didn’t look back at him, simply following Mrs. Shaw to the door to change her shoes.