After Divorce I Became A Queen (Aurora and Sion)
Chapter 137 Kept Her Home

Chapter 137 Kept Her Home

She frequently consumed his cuisine. However, she was so ungrateful!

When she saw him take up the bowl, Aurora uttered the words, "You placed it there. I'll consume it myself."

Sion paused. "Yourself?"

Aurora looked at the big bowl of soup and said, "Go out. I don't want to see you. I'll finish it myself after you leave."

She didn't want to have any physical contact with this man, and the only way to get rid of all of that was to keep distance.

Sion looked at her. His black pupils were dull. After a while, he said: "Fine."

After saying that, he put down the bowl and turned around smartly to go out.

Aurora heard a distant door slam and stopped feeling tense.

She drew pieces of tissue over the soup on the table, which seemed delicious. She had not eaten all morning, and was indeed a little hungry, but she was restless and had no appetite at all.

Aurora sat on the other side and stared at the chicken soup on the table for a while before finally picking it up.

Even if not for her own sake, the baby should eat.

After Sion went downstairs, he directly found Mrs. Wheeler, who was cleaning the living room, "Mrs. Wheeler, Aurora's anemia is quite serious right now, and the wound on her head hasn't recovered yet. Keep an eye on her and don't let her go out."

Mrs. Wheeler stopped what she was doing and said hesitantly, "... completely spared her from going out?"

Wasn't that harsh?

"Yes." Sion looked calm, "You also know that she is outgoing."

"Oh... Okay. I get it."

Aurora was still young. No wonder Sion was so worried.

Sion said nothing more and went out with his car keys.

"Why do they seem so weird?"

Mrs. Wheeler murmured and began to do her own work.

Sion was very confused. He actually did not know what he wanted.

He just found it... hard to accept.

He had taken care of Aurora for so many years, but she wasn't even impressed with gratitude for old time's sake. She loved someone else and was pregnant with someone else's child. Why?

Sion held the steering wheel with one hand and put his other hand on the car door. He rested his chin on the steering wheel. His face showed his forbearance, as if he was suppressing the pain. After that, Sion went to Nevaeh's residence.

When Nevaeh opened the door and saw him, she could not hide the surprise in her eyes. She was bursting with vitality, "Sion, you're here..."

"Uh-huh."

"Come in." Nevaeh Burns welcomed him into the living room and offered him a glass of water.

Today, She was wearing only light make-up, heightening the charms of her pretty and attractive face.

Now it seemed great and effective. At least, when the man was looking at her, his eyes were not so cold.

"Sit down for a moment. The food will be ready soon."

"You are in poor health, why you still cook by yourself?" Sion frowned. His eyes were complex.

Nevaeh smiled, shy and gentle.

"I'd like to cook for you. You said you were coming, so I went downstairs to buy some vegetables. You can try them later."

She received the message from Sion and knew he would come over. Therefore, she quickly went to the next restaurant to pack a few dishes. She was so thoughtful, wasn't she?

"I'll go to see it. There's only one soup to be done, and it should be completed soon."

Then she got up and went to the kitchen. The chicken soup had just been poured into the pot. The box was hidden in the corner of the cupboard. Sion looked at the obscure shadow through the kitchen door. His black eyes were suffused with mysterious luster, impressing and aloof.

Nevaeh Burns' efforts reminded him of his kindness to Aurora.

But how could that woman be so ungrateful?

She focused on other people, and all she left was her demand of divorce or quarrel.

"Sion, wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

Nevaeh Burns had plated the food and carried it to the dining table. She stuck her head out and called out to him with a soft, comfortable voice. Sion had no appetite.

But thinking that she had cooked it so carefully that he shouldn't disappoint her, he got up and went to the dining-room.

"Taste this soup. It's better than anything I've ever made."

Nevaeh Burns put a bowl in front of him and looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"Okay."

Sion frowned and tried to forget the scene of forcing Aurora to have the soup at home. He lowered his head and took a sip.

"It tastes good."

"Isn't that right?" Nevaeh looked even happier. She picked some food for him. "I've always wanted to cook for you. Today, I finally have a chance. You should eat more."

"You eat more."

Sion put a piece of ribs in her bowl, "Have you forgotten it? Now you are great with a child."

Nevaeh Burns heard his words and suddenly quieted down. Her face became pale.

"What's wrong?" Sion put down his knife and fork.

"Nothing. Let's eat first." She shook her head and forced a smile. "Let's have lunch first."

Sion nodded and did not ask further.

As they finished the meal quietly, Nevaeh found Sion absent-minded. He could not help but think...

Aurora must have finished the chicken soup?

After having the meal, Nevaeh Burns pushed him out of the kitchen. She cleaned up on her own and came back to the living room. when sitting next to Sion, looking embarrassed. It seemed that she did not know how to start the conversation.

"What happened?"

Hearing his comforting inquiry, Nevaeh's eyes became red, "It's about... the child."

Sion furrowed his eyebrows, "The child... What about it?"