Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

The two return to the bedroom and get back into bed.

Emily isn’t sure if it’s because she’s been too sensitive recently, but his embrace makes her think that he wants to do something.

However, after getting into bed, Baron Stuart doesn’t do anything. He simply holds her close, and they quietly listen to each other’s breathing.

He remains still, and Emily can’t help but feel a little disappointed again.

Has she really lost her appeal to him? Is there no more novelty left?

Listening to his steady breathing, Emily can’t find any trace of sleepiness.

They stay silent for a while before she speaks up softly, “Baron Stuart.”

“Mm.” His eyes are lightly closed, and his deep voice slightly resonates.

“Are you… very busy recently?” She can clearly feel his heartbeat when resting against his chest.

“Mm.” Another soft response.

Emily raises her head and looks at his finely sculpted handsome face. Does he really look that tired? Is he too tired to even talk to her?

Lowering her head, Emily suddenly feels upset. Maybe she’s been too accustomed to his pampering, and now she feels a little suffocated by his indifference over the past half a month.

Lifting her head and seeing his slightly fatigued face, Emily swallows back the words she wants to say.

Noticing that Baron Stuart is already tired and she isn’t speaking again, he gradually drifts off to sleep.

As for Emily, she can’t find the slightest bit of sleepiness.

She can’t resist the call of slumber until dawn when the sky starts to brighten and she finally closes her eyes…

She sleeps too late, so she wakes up too late as well.

The next morning, Emily wakes up and, just as she thought, the man beside her is long gone.

Feeling somewhat disheartened, she gets out of bed and sees that it’s already 8:30.

After brushing her teeth and washing up, she changes into comfortable pajamas and goes downstairs.

Mrs. Noelle has prepared breakfast early, along with the tonic that Vivian Ferguson specially prepared for Emily.

Having a miscarriage is very harmful to the body, and Vivian Ferguson won’t be at ease unless Emily fully replenishes her health for an entire month.

Looking at the large bowl of ginseng chicken soup in front of her, Emily presses her lips together, not wanting to drink it.

Noticing her daydreaming, Mrs. Noelle explains, “Young Madam, having a miscarriage is really bad for your health. Drinking these will help you recuperate, so you and Young Master can have your next child sooner.”

The next child…

Listening to Mrs. Noelle’s words, Emily’s expression suddenly becomes gloomy.

Baron Stuart doesn’t even touch her now. If she drinks all this and has a child, that would be really strange!

As if venting her emotions and comforting herself at the same time, Emily looks at the full bowl of ginseng chicken soup, then picks it up and drinks it directly without using a spoon.

Emily drinks the entire bowl of ginseng chicken soup in one breath, puts down the bowl, presses her lips together, and then speaks up, “Mrs. Noelle!”

“Mm?”

“If a man isn’t willing to touch his woman at night, what does that mean?” Her gaze fixed straight ahead, she asks Mrs. Noelle beside her thoughtfully.

Mrs. Noelle pauses for a moment, finding her sudden question a little strange.

Could she be indirectly suggesting that the Young Master doesn’t touch her at night?

But considering the Young Master’s doting affection for the Young Madam, it’s impossible that he doesn’t touch her.