Infatuated with my Ex-wife novel Chapter 73

Edward thought that Irene had forgiven him, so he was no longer angry. However, he found out he had been mistaken.

"Edward, do you know my mother has passed away?" Irene's tone was indifferent again. This time, he couldn't read what was on her mind.

Was she blaming him? Or was she simply informing him? Or was she asking him?

"I've heard. Irene, I didn't think things would turn out like this. If only I had known, then I would have given Tristan the money! I wouldn't wish death upon my mother-in-law."

Edward was also very shocked and felt guilty about Sofia's death.

After all, Sofia was Irene's mother. She wasn't a bad person, but she was a little selfish because she feared for her life. Yet, she might've been the only one in the Jones family who wished Irene well.

If he had known this would be the result, he definitely would've lent the Jones family some money for their debts.

"Edward, why didn't you tell me that Tristan called you? Moreover, you went to their house without my knowledge. Look, I know they can be very outrageous, but you can't just leave me out of the loop!"

The more she brought this topic up, the more upset she'd get. She didn't really want to discuss this matter with Edward anymore, and her misunderstanding deepened.

"Irene, I didn't let you know because I was worried the Jones family's affairs would upset you. Besides, you were pregnant and I didn't want the stress to affect the baby. Can you understand where I'm coming from?" Edward patiently explained to Irene.

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He had never treated anyone with such patience before, so he thought he was doing a pretty good job at it.

Irene figured that Edward had a reason for behaving like this. After all, she almost had a falling out with the Jones family at one point in time, and she had already cut off ties with them.

This was understandable.

However, Irene couldn't just let her mother's accidental death be.

How about the time Edward went to look for Celine? What about the lipstick mark and the scent of perfume on his coat?

Why did he lie to her?

Even though Edward had already clarified matters with the public, Irene couldn't just let it slide.

"Enough about this, Edward. I want to rest," Irene said with a cold and distant look in her eyes.

She shut her eyes and went to bed immediately after she said that. Edward remained silent.

Quietly, he watched her from the side. His heart was a mess.

Edward could tell that Irene decided to sleep because she didn't want to talk to him. Since that was the case, there was nothing he could do. Her indifference made him unsure of his next course of actions.

He thought perhaps she was mad that he didn't lend money to the Jones family, leading to Sofia's death.

While she slept, Edward brought his work to the hospital. He needed to spend more time with Irene so she wouldn't treat him so coldly.

When Irene woke up, she saw Edward reading some documents carefully. The warm light of the setting sun illuminated his handsome face, and she was a little stunned when she saw him.

"Like what you see, my dear? I know my looks are rather dashing, but even I get embarrassed when you look at me like that," Edward said cheekily.

Edward felt a gaze trained on him as he read the documents, so he looked up and locked eyes with Irene.

Irene turned her head away in embarrassment.

"I have met some pretty narcissistic people in my life, but nobody compares to you," Irene said. Although she was stunned when she got caught staring at him, she would not admit to this embarrassing detail.

Irene replied confidently, adamant in her refusal to admit it even if she was beaten to death.

"Irene, take a good look at me. This isn't narcissism, it's just my confidence!" Edward said jokingly. He wanted to make Irene happy and free from worry.

Of course, Edward also hoped that Irene would return to her usual bubbly self instead of being distant and cold to him. But he also knew he needed to take it slow and give her time.

Edward believed that she would one day let go of the past and forgive him.

"I can't be bothered to argue with you," Irene said, suddenly acting distant again.

Her voice was calm, and he couldn't tell if she was happy or upset.

Edward didn't know why Irene suddenly treated him like a stranger, and he felt quite puzzled. She was staring at him in a daze earlier, and for a moment, he thought she had forgiven him.

But once more, he had celebrated too early.

The road ahead was rough. He needed to treat her well and clear this misunderstanding. That way, everything would return to normal.

"How are you feeling now, Irene? Are you hungry? Should I ask Mum to bring you some food?" Edward asked her thoughtfully. He wanted to change the topic because he saw that she was still behaving indifferently.

Moreover, Irene had slept for a long time. It was time for dinner and he was hungry.

"Okay," Irene reply was short. She didn't really want to talk to Edward.

Irene suddenly thought of Celine's failed suicide attempt. Did Edward also take care of her like this?

The more she thought about it, the more distance she wanted to put between herself and Edward. She felt quite jealous at the thought of him taking care of Celine so meticulously. Her misunderstanding only deepened.

If there was something that could wedge itself between two people who loved each other, it should be a large misunderstanding. As long as that trust was broken, things would be quite difficult for them.

Such was the situation between Edward and Irene. Fortunately, only one of them had misunderstood. They could surely solve matters one day.

Right now, Edward was slowly trying to figure out what Irene had misunderstood. He firmly believed that she would one day forgive him.

They didn't speak, and silence befell them. It was so quiet, they could almost hear each other's breathing and heartbeat. Irene decided to go back to sleep.

"Edward, Irene, why are both of you so quiet? Come and eat—you both must be hungry. I've brought some delicious food for you," Claudia said. She felt the awkward silence between them the moment she stepped into the ward. It was quite strange indeed.

"Okay, mum. Thank you," Irene said happily.

Fortunately, Irene didn't need to be left alone with Edward anymore. She could talk to Claudia instead, and she wouldn't be bored.

"Irene, how are you feeling? Do you feel any discomfort? You must take good care of yourself so that you don't fall sick," Claudia said to Irene with great concern. She knew that it would be bad for a woman to be sick during her confinement period.

"Thank you for your concern, mum. I feel fine—nothing feels weird," Irene answered seriously.

She liked her mother-in-law very much. She had always been kind to her and didn't cause her any trouble.

Irene and Millicent had once talked about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Rumours had said it was the most difficult thing for girls to deal with. Moreover, life would be hard if they couldn't get along.

In the end, various problems would arise because of their differences, and the marriage would be difficult. Irene and Millicent had many discussions regarding this topic.

However, neither of them had expected that those were just rumors.

When Irene met Claudia, she felt that her mother-in-law was very easy to get along with. Fortunately, things turned out to be just as she had thought.

"Okay, that's good. You must tell me if you feel uncomfortable. Don't keep it to yourself, it's not good," Claudia said with subtlety.

After all, she was an experienced person, and she could tell that something had changed between them. They seemed less intimate than before, but she didn't know why.

"Don't worry, mum. I'm fine," Irene answered with a smile.

"That's right, mum. Irene's not the type of person to hold back her feelings. If she really feels uncomfortable, she will definitely tell us. Right, Irene?" Edward was also asking her indirectly. He knew that she had misunderstood him and wanted to find out what it was.

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"Of course. But really, I'm fine. Nothing's wrong with me," Irene replied calmly. She wasn't stupid. She knew what they were trying to imply.