Chapter 90:
I had no choice but to move to the living room. As soon as I sat on the sofa, I saw Herbert coming downstairs.
The moment he stepped down, my eyes were completely drawn to him.
He had changed clothes. Instead of the usual black suit, he wore a silver suit with a sky-blue shirt and a wine-red tie around his neck.
I had bought this set of clothes for him, thinking each piece could pair well with his black suit. But now, he was wearing everything at once, and he looked very fancy.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” Herbert asked me.
I didn’t want to admit it was because of his outfit, so I casually found an excuse.
“I just thought of a funny joke”
It wasn’t easy to fool him. He continued to look at me with suspicion.
“I’m not used to this. Why don’t you change my clothes back?”
I quickly got up and grabbed his arm, saying, “You’ll get used to it. It’s more flattering than the black suit. You used to dress in black, like a black crow.”
“Really?”
It was the first time I saw Herbert a little uncertain.
“It’s true, it’s true!” I nodded.
Looking down at himself again, he decided, “Well, I’ll listen to you this time.”
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I nodded enthusiastically, indicating that he should listen to me. But his current outfit was really a bit eye-catching, and it needed the right match.
Before he left, he whispered in my ear, “Move back to the master bedroom tonight.”
“Oh?”
I looked at Herbert in astonishment. He didn’t say anything more. He just picked up his briefcase and walked out of the house.
After Herbert left, I sat on the sofa and couldn’t help laughing when I thought of his clothes. The usually serious Herbert actually had such a lovely side.
That afternoon, I moved into the master bedroom from the second bedroom to rest. Miranda asked, “Madam, are you sleeping in the same bed as Sir?”
I immediately explained, “Oh, I’m having a strong pregnancy reaction right now, and I don’t sleep much. Sometimes he snores, which affects my sleep. So when he’s asleep, I’ll go to the second bedroom.”
When she heard this, Miranda said, “So that’s how it is. You’re in a special period now. You can do this, but you can’t do it in the future. Let me tell you, this couple’s feelings for each other fade away once they sleep together.”
After spending some time with her, I learned that Miranda was a talkative person, but she was a very diligent woman. She was efficient and paid great attention to cleaning, so I didn’t mind her being around.
As for Miranda’s words, I didn’t say anything else. I just smiled politely.
But Miranda didn’t seem to want to stop.
“Madam, you have to believe what I’m saying. Old Master and Madam also began to sleep separately more than ten years ago. The colder the days are, the worse the relationship gets!”
Hearing this, I looked at Miranda in surprise, thinking, “Is the relationship between Herbert’s parents not good?”
