Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Perhaps it was because he had exerted too much force, Emily Walker accidentally bumped into a nearby decorative shelf and almost stumbled and fell.

Following that, she only heard a ‘bang’ as the door was slammed shut, carrying with it Baron Stuart’s anger, disappearing at the doorway.

Everything seemed to have calmed down. Emily leaned against the wall, lowering her head somewhat feebly and closing her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Why would such unbearable words come from his mouth? Her heart was so tired and pained.

Would she have to bear this feeling alone forever?

Time passed quietly, half an hour had gone by.

Mrs. Noelle downstairs had already prepared dinner, but she had heard the quarrel earlier very clearly. She didn’t know whether she should call them or not.

After struggling with herself for a moment, Mrs. Noelle went upstairs.

Although the Young Master had a somewhat unpredictable temper, he was still somewhat kinder to his wet nurse.

Upon going upstairs, Mrs. Noelle saw that the study room’s light was on, and she went towards it.

She knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. Mrs. Noelle knew she could enter.

From her understanding of Baron Stuart, if he didn’t want anyone to come in, after hearing the knock, he would definitely say “Get lost” directly.

But since he didn’t make a sound, he must know it was her knocking on the door.

“Young Master, dinner is ready,” Mrs. Noelle entered the room and saw Baron Stuart holding his head with both hands, deep in thought at the desk. She couldn’t see what expression was on his face at this moment.

The room was terribly clean. After a moment, Baron Stuart spoke up faintly, but his head still didn’t lift, “Let her go downstairs to eat. If she doesn’t go, bring the food to her room.”

Mrs. Noelle hesitated for a moment, then quickly understood and nodded slightly, “Yes.”

After that, she left.

Walking for a few steps, she looked back at the study room entrance with some worry.

Looking at this situation, he wasn’t planning to come downstairs for dinner. This was the first time in more than 20 years that the Young Master had not had a meal because of his bad mood.

She didn’t know what had happened between Baron Stuart and Lady Carter. Usually, the Young Master seemed to love her dearly. Why did they have such a fierce quarrel today?

Shaking her head, Mrs. Noelle walked to the master room’s doorway and knocked on the door, “Lady.”

Just like before, there was no movement inside.

Mrs. Noelle entered the room, and at once saw her sitting on the floor, worriedly walking over, “Lady! Why are you sitting on the floor? Come on, get up quickly.”

Helping her to sit down beside the bed, Mrs. Noelle looked at Emily Walker worriedly, not knowing how to comfort her.

“Lady, don’t be sad. Mrs. Noelle cooked many delicious dishes. Shall we go downstairs for dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.” Emily lowered her head and spoke, her voice becoming hoarse from crying.

Mrs. Noelle, on the other hand, saw everything and felt the pain in her heart.

“Lady, do not blame Mrs. Noelle for her meddling, but you are at the age where you should be growing. How can you not eat? Look at you, you’ve become so thin.”

Mrs. Noelle was already close to 50 years old. As a mother, she naturally knew that this time was when young people experienced the most growth.

Emily bowed her head, as if not wanting Mrs. Noelle to see her swollen eyes.

She hadn’t eaten anything in the private room in the afternoon. Until nightfall, she was indeed somewhat hungry, but now, she didn’t feel hungry at all.

“I’ll go downstairs later.” This was just a postponing statement, not wanting Mrs. Noelle to worry too much about her.

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