Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 691: One-of-a-Kind Treasure

The end of July was getting hotter and hotter, and the sand on the beach was a bit scalding to walk on.

Vanessa Sterling walked barefoot to the beach, standing in the shade cast on the sand by the warm wind.

From afar, the sound of a car approaching was heard. The only ones who came here daily, aside from drivers delivering groceries and daily items, were Miles Sterling.

The drivers usually drove trucks, and the sound was distinctly different from Miles Sterling’s car.

So when she heard the car sound, Vanessa knew it was Miles Sterling returning.

It seemed like he hadn’t appeared for over a month.

Vanessa felt it was pretty good that this place was far from the city center; at least she saw Miles Sterling less frequently than before.

Miles Sterling parked the car and entered the house, while Mrs. Shaw was preparing lunch in the kitchen.

"Sir, you’re back?"

Miles nodded, stood by the door to change shoes, and asked, "Where is she?"

Mrs. Shaw glanced at the side back door and said, "Miss is outside sunbathing."

Miles went over to take a look, saw Vanessa standing on the beach, and then asked Mrs. Shaw, "How is she doing lately?"

Mrs. Shaw sighed and said, "Still the same, either painting or daydreaming, doesn’t talk much."

Miles: "What about eating?"

Mrs. Shaw: "Miss isn’t picky about food. Based on the menu you gave, she eats obediently each meal made for her."

Miles nodded thoughtfully and then stood by the door, watching Vanessa from afar.

Mrs. Shaw hesitated and said, "Sir, if you have time, take Miss out for a walk. Staying like this, it’s inevitable to feel some boredom inside."

Miles didn’t respond, loosened the tie at his collar, and stepped out of the house, heading down the stairs.

Vanessa heard footsteps behind her but seemed lost in thought and didn’t react even when Miles got half a meter away.

The two stood one in front of the other, neither speaking.

One didn’t want to speak, the other didn’t know what to say.

She was wearing a white nightgown, which he had recently bought for her, as she hadn’t brought many clothes when moving here. He never asked her opinion on clothing, and she wasn’t picky; she wore whatever he bought.

Perhaps with Mrs. Shaw’s care, she gave up those unhealthy frozen foods, and though she had gained a bit of weight recently, compared to normal people, she still looked somewhat slim.

He also noticed that after moving here, Vanessa exuded a strange aura, seemingly overly compliant and obedient.

Clearly, his aim was to get her to listen, but now seeing her like this, he felt uneasy inside.

Miles wondered, is something wrong with her? Not a visible illness, but something psychological.

Mrs. Shaw suggested taking her out if there was time, but Miles knew she might not want to go out with him.

To Vanessa, going out with him might be less preferable than staying alone in the room.

Thinking about this, he felt bouts of irritation inside.

Miles called out to her, "Come inside for lunch."

After two seconds of silence, he finally heard her softly reply, "Okay."

At the dining table, the two sat facing each other, with Vanessa just focusing on eating her food without saying a word.

Miles ate thoughtfully, always seeming on the verge of saying something.

The meal was evidently uncomfortable for both of them.

After lunch, Vanessa returned to her room, Mrs. Shaw cleaned up the kitchen, and then packed up to go home for a two-day break.

Miles sat alone in the living room, dozing off on the sofa for a while.

When he woke up, the orange-yellow sunlight poured into the house, and the sun on the sea looked like a giant salted egg yolk, casting a golden-orange glow that made the sea look especially dreamy.

Miles went upstairs, gently pushed open Vanessa’s room door, and saw from the gap that she was sitting by the bed, painting the view outside with a palette in hand.

The scene on the canvas was the sunset he had just seen.

After standing at the door for a few seconds, Miles silently closed the door and stood outside, feeling chaotic inside.

Even though she was right beside him, in a place with both of them, he always felt she was drifting further away.

...

On the first night of August, still ahead of her due date, Phoebe King said she was in pain at around two in the morning and was urgently taken to the hospital by Stephen Sutton.

Only Hazel Yates heard the commotion and called Samuel Sutton to go along to the hospital, not disturbing anyone else.

In the room, Audrey Sutton, still in her postpartum confinement, was sleeping soundly, while Shane Warner gently rocked the baby, Anna, who was struggling to sleep, at the window, watching them head out the door.

Since Audrey couldn’t leave the house, Shane didn’t wake her.

At about five the next morning, the baby woke up hungry, and Audrey groggily opened her eyes, cuddling her son in her arms, feeding him skillfully.

She rubbed her eyes, looked around, and noticed Shane wasn’t in the room.

Wondering where he had gone when it wasn’t even light outside, the door was gently pushed open from the outside, and Shane entered with the baby’s bottle.

Audrey looked at him and asked, "Did you not sleep much last night? I vaguely felt someone moving around."

Shane gave her a peevish look: "You know, you fell asleep feeding the baby while it was still awake."

Audrey lay in bed, watching him with a smile: "You even have dark circles now. You never had them, even when you were busy with work."

Shane placed the bottle on the bedside, lightly patting the baby’s backside: "This little guy takes after you, sleeping during the day and causing mischief at night."

Audrey immediately flicked his hand away, whispering, "Don’t move! The baby was just about to fall asleep, and you woke him up!"

Shane sat by the bed, stretched his back, and said, "Sister Phoebe has given birth."

"She has?!" Audrey’s eyes widened in surprise; worried about waking the baby, she asked softly, "When did it happen? That was so fast!"

Shane: "I heard it was past two last night, and she gave birth before even reaching the delivery room."

Audrey: "Gosh, that was so quick. I was in pain for hours! Is it a boy or a girl?"

Shane: "A girl."

Audrey smiled: "Now Anna has a little sister."

Shane glanced at her, probing: "How about we have another one?"

Audrey didn’t strongly oppose it, merely saying, "This one’s already worn you out. Do you really want another?"

Shane joked, "This one was just a trial, an experiment."

Audrey rolled her eyes at him and then gazed at the child in her arms, saying, "Nonsense! Our Anna is a one-of-a-kind treasure."

Shane propped his hands under his head, staring at the ceiling. "I don’t mind raising another child; it’s just that childbirth is too hard on you. Maybe we should stop."

Audrey smiled with her lips pursed, "Honestly, I also want to have another. I think whether it’s a boy or a girl, siblings growing up together might be happier. Plus, they say if the first baby is delivered naturally, the second one isn’t as hard."