Chapter 70
Xavier let out a soft laugh. “Mr. Biggs, you know Kelly’s preferences so well. As Sharon’s husband, surely you know what Sharon likes to eat too, don’t you?”
Carter was silent for a moment. Then he ordered a few dishes for Sharon.
Xavier’s brows drew together slightly. “Mr. Biggs, are you certain those are her favorites… and not yours?”
Carter turned to look at Sharon.
She sat motionless, expression blank, not even sparing him a glance.
Xavier’s gaze lingered on Carter, holding something unreadable behind it. “Sharon likes spicy food. Practically lives for it. She doesn’t like seafood, won’t touch anything raw, and she can’t stand fish.”
He smiled lightly, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “But all three dishes you just ordered-raw, seafood, and fish-not one of them is to her liking.”
The accuracy of the misstep was almost surgical.
The air around the table tightened instantly.
Even the waiter, still standing nearby with the notepad, couldn’t help but shoot a glance in Carter’s direction. It was one thing not to remember what your wife liked. But to choose everything she actively disliked-she couldn’t help but feel awkward on his behalf.
The waiter cleared her throat quietly, attempting to break the tension. “Sir… shall I still place the order?”
“No,” Xavier said. He calmly named three new dishes, each with chili peppers clearly specified.
The waiter noted them quickly, then all but fled from the strange atmosphere at their table.
Carter stayed silent. Kelly, perhaps worried he might feel guilty, quickly chimed in, “Carter hardly eats at home these days. It’s normal that he wouldn’t know what Sharon likes.”
Sharon heard the words and let out a cold laugh inwardly.
Wasn’t that just her way of saying Carter had been spending his meals with her, and that’s why he knew her preferences so well?
If Carter had cared, he would’ve made the effort to learn her tastes some other way, even if they didn’t eat together. The truth was simple-he just didn’t care enough to bother.
Xavier gave a small nod. “That makes sense. After all, Sharon’s been putting her husband and family first for so long. She’s gotten used to accommodating your habits. Not just you, even others have learned to overlook her.”
He turned to Sharon then, his voice gentler than before. “But now, maybe it’s time she thought more about herself.”
His gaze locked with hers, the light in his dark eyes quietly soft. “With me, Sharon, you never have to compromise. You can always do what makes you happy.”
Sharon knew he was saying all this just to defend her, to make a point. Still, even if she understood it was all performance, something about those dark eyes unsettled her.
Just then, Kelly’s voice interrupted the moment. “Sharon, Madeline’s old headaches have come back again. I heard you were the one who used to deliver her medicine. If you don’t want to deliver it to her this time, could you hand it over to us instead?”
Sharon’s expression remained cool. “I don’t have the medicine.”
Carter’s brows furrowed. “You’ve been the one bringing it to Mom these past few years. And now you’re saying you don’t have it?
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Kelly added gently, “Sharon, I know there’s been a lot of tension between you and Carter lately. But could you let those grudges go for now? Madeline’s condition is more urgent than anything else.”
Sharon was beginning to feel tired of it all. “I said, I don’t have it. Mr. Biggs has so many connections. If you want to treat Madeline’s illness, why would you need to come to me, a housewife?”
Carter’s face darkened.
