Chapter 201: Chapter 201

Ophelia asked with a deep sigh, “If you’re not interested in me that way, Zachariah, then why would you be so nice and caring to me? Don’t you know how hard it is for a woman to fall out of love with a man once she falls in love with him?”

Ophelia gently fondled his cheeks. “You’re the cruelest man I know. So good at capturing one’s heart, but so bad at returning it to the original owner.”

“With this baby in my belly,” said Ophelia, simultaneously smiling and crying, “I’ve grown a lot more sentimental. Do you detest this long-winded version of me?”

Ophelia leaned carefully into his embrace. “I’m not going to divorce you, Zachariah. And I will keep you around with some tricks if necessary. I am never going to desert you for as long as you need me.”

And then she, too, shut her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

After a quiet night of sleep, Ophelia woke up the next day to find the other side of the bed empty, and so was the bathroom. When she got out of the bedroom to look downstairs, there was no sight of Zachariah, either. Plucking at her hair, Ophelia was spotted by Mrs. Miriam as the latter came out of the kitchen to serve breakfast.

“Up so early, my lady?”

“G’morning, Mrs. Miriam.”

“Morning.”

Plucking again at her hair, Ophelia asked, “Do you know where Zachariah is?”

“The young master left at around 8 o’clock this morning, and he specifically told me you needed a bit more sleep before he left – that’s why I didn’t go upstairs to wake you up. Come down for breakfast then, since you’re up. The food will lose its nutritional value if eaten at a later time.”

“I’ll brush my teeth first,” said Ophelia as she reentered the bedroom. The phone told her it was already 9 o’clock – no wonder Mrs. Miriam said that.

When she completed her toilette, Ophelia got downstairs and sat down at the dining table to have the breakfast Mrs. Miriam prepared for her.

Serving her a bowl of porridge, the nice woman said, “Sir Zachariah specifically asked me to boil an egg for you, saying that it would add extra nutrition to your diet. Why don’t you give them a try, ma’am?”

Ophelia stared at the boiled egg on her plate. To be honest, she wasn’t a big fan of boiled eggs, but still, she was secretly delighted that Zachariah would have someone to cook this specifically for her. Even though she knew full well that it was nothing more than a strategic move at being nice to her by Zachariah, she couldn’t help but fall a little deeper for him.

Picking at the boiled egg, Ophelia said, “I assume you haven’t had breakfast yet, either, now have you, Mrs. Miriam? Why don’t you sit down and let’s eat together?”

Mrs. Miriam replied smilingly, “Do enjoy your meal, ma’am. I’ll grab a bite later.”

“I think of all of us here as a big family,” insisted Ophelia, “and you’ve been working here for two, approaching three years. So stop with these polite formalities; we’re closer than that.”

Mrs. Miriam had no choice but to sit down.

Ophelia allocated quite some food to her. “Here, help yourself, Mrs. Miriam.”

The older woman grinned widely. “I’m probably the only person in the world to be able to enjoy a meal with my employer.”

“You’re many years my senior, and as such, it’s certainly as it should be if you sit down and eat with someone younger.”

Still beaming, Mrs. Miriam gushed, “You’re too kind, ma’am. It is very rare that one should meet a girl as pretty, polite, and well-mannered as you one of these days. Most of the young ladies I come across are arrogant big-spenders.”

Smiling faintly, Ophelia said, “Stop with these out-of-proportion complements, please. You will make me an extremely vain woman.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Ma’am is an extremely rare mixture of perfections – apart from your outer beauty, you are so kind-hearted, too. If you hadn’t married Sir Zachariah and my youngest son were still single, I would have introduced you to him, if, you know, a wonderful girl like you should fancy my immature boy.”

Ophelia had on a warm smile. “You kid, Mrs. Miriam.”

“But that wasn’t a joke! I meant every word I said.”

Ophelia flashed an even bigger smile.

After breakfast, Ophelia received a call from Cora. Scowling, she could already feel her good mood dissipating.

She didn’t want to answer the phone at first. However, Cora was nothing if not persistent, making five more calls when Ophelia didn’t pick up the first one.

Even Mrs. Miriam was annoyed. “Maybe turn off the phone if you don’t want to answer those calls, ma’am. What kind of an uneducated beast should be on the other end of the line? Because who would keep calling if their calls weren’t answered?”

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The Vixen's Man 15 Ophelia smiled slightly at her. “I’ll be right back, Mrs. Miriam. I’m going out to take this call.”

“Why don’t you head back up, ma’am? You really should watch out for your health and the health of your baby.”

Ophelia nodded and then went upstairs.

Inside her bedroom, Ophelia picked up the phone. “I wonder what Your Ladyship is calling me for?”

Then came Cora’s voice from the other end. “Are you free today? Let’s meet up.”

“I happen to be unavailable,” said Ophelia, “so feel free to speak your mind over the phone.”

But Cora was unyielding. “Let’s meet at Starry Café in an hour. And if you are a no-show, then I will personally come knocking on your door. Zach would love to see me, I presume.”

“Cora Fletcher,” demanded Ophelia through gritted teeth, “have you no shame at all?”

“Zach has promised that he will marry me as soon as possible, because he doesn’t want his baby with me to be born a bastard. So, the house you’re living in is destined to be mine at some point. What is wrong with the mistress of a house exercising her rights a little early?” replied Cora unabashedly.

Ophelia was so angry that she was almost amused. “Fine. See you at Starry Café in an hour.”

And then, she hung up the phone.

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