The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 305: Cooking.

The women stared at him in utter confusion, the same thoughts running through their minds. What did he mean by who was pregnant? Since she took care of him while he was young, the older one was able to tell from Ethan’s blank expression that he was anything but happy.

’Was it because we congratulated him all of a sudden? Seems like we were too forward,’ she thought.

"Sir Ethan, don’t be annoyed. We were only overjoyed that another child will be joining Young Miss Esther as grandchildren in this large mansion. It was out—"

"Cut the crap and answer the damn question! Who the fuck is pregnant?" he cursed.

"Yo—Your wife..."

"The young madam."

"Miss Anderson!"

Probably because they thought they would all be punished if the young master didn’t get his answer as soon as possible, all the workers within hearing distance chorused the answer together. None of them had the slightest idea that he was asking out of real ignorance, as even they who were mere workers had been present here in the garden when the chairman and his wife found out.

Ethan was disabled from speaking any further. He couldn’t even harden his gaze, and this time around, the suffocating feeling was real. Only that it wasn’t weakening him, it was strengthening; pushing him to get to wherever she was as soon as possible.

As he walked away from the crowd of workers amidst their murmurs and mutters, all of Shikera’s facial expressions during the past few weeks flashed through his mind eye. She had looked weak most of the time, then she was mostly nauseous all through the time they were on the yatch but he thought it was seasickness. He hadn’t spent enough time with her after then to know if the nausea persisted or not.

Squeezing the sheets of paper in his hand, he didn’t stop even when his nails dug deep into his palms and caused the latter to bleed.

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Shikera stared at the table in satisfaction, a bright smile sitting proudly on her lips. Before her lay a generous plate of fresh, homemade pasta, topped with a rich, fragrant sauce and dotted with cherry tomatoes and basil leaves. The pasta’s golden hue contrasted beautifully against the crisp white tablecloth, and the scent of herbs and garlic wafted through the air. She could almost taste the flavor of the dish, and she smiled, knowing that Ethan would surely appreciate the effort she had put into preparing this meal for him.

Untying the apron around her back, she discarded it onto the countertop and proceeded to clean the area.

"Kera, you lived here for months yet you cleaned the kitchen only once or twice. How wonderful does that sound?" she muttered beneath her breath as she worked.

Minutes passed and she was finally done cleaning. She walked out of the kitchen and had barely sat down when the sound of a car tyres screeching harshly against the driveway filtered into her ears.

"What?! I didn’t even change my clothes yet," she screamed in her mind. What if he got displeased by her appearance and decide not to take her news well? She could not let that happen.

She stood up and hurried towards the stairs. Even if she could only wash her face, she shouldn’t face him like this.

Outside, Ethan was still sitting in the car with the engine idling. He was on a call with the last of them, Enoch.

"Did you know she was pregnant?" he asked as soon as the call connected.

"Who?"

"You know who I’m talking about, Enoch. Did you know?" he repeated the question in a steely voice.

"Well..." came the reply, "I don’t know who you’re talking about. If you could—"

Ethan disconnected the call. He needed no one to tell him Enoch was lying. He had called the others and they all lied too; it was obvious they were hiding the news from him and weren’t open like the maids he heard the news from.

He alighted from the car into the dark night and walked straight into the villa, stopping momentarily at the door when his phone chimed with a message notification.

[Seriously, Ethan. I and Ruth got to know by mistake too...]

He read the message and without replying, switched off his phone that instant.

Impatience made him forget to pull off his shoes as he stepped onto the tiled floor of the living room, and that was the scene Shikera met as she descended from the stairs.

"Hey, you didn’t take off your..." Shikera trailed off, her breath caught in her throat. This wasn’t about the shoes he did not take off, but she felt there was something different about him.

On the other hand, Ethan also stopped walking when he saw her. For she was really different after all; and he must have been a fool not to know she was pregnant.

’Is he staring like that because he missed me?’ Shikera asked herself. Sprinting down the few steps left, she went to stand before him, a nervous smile on her face.

"Did something happen, Ethan? Why are you staring at me so intensely?" she asked.

He ignored her question, his gaze travelling down her face to her bosom to stop at her belly.

’No, the others must have been fooled,’ he thought. ’Shikera could not be pregnant.’

He glanced up at her face, forcing a smile. "It’s nothing. Just heard an expensive joke and it really bothered me," he said.

"Oh really?" Shikera replied absentmindedly. "You didn’t take off your shoes. Were you that distracted?"

Ethan nodded, "Yeah, I guess so."

He turned around to remove his shoes and slipped his legs into indoor slippers, only to turn and see that she was no longer behind him.

As if she could sense that Ethan was looking for her, Shikera yelled from the kitchen, "I’m in here!"

Ethan looked down at the crumpled papers which he was still holding, contemplating whether to take it with him to show her or not. At the end, he decided to take it with him as he headed to the kitchen.