Bringing the Nation's Husband Home II

XIII | Afterglow

Alexander stayed up the entire night, guarding beside Isabelle's bed.

As the doctor had mentioned, the anesthesia lasted a long time. She slept for a long time with no signs of waking. Halfway through, the doctor visited but left without saying much more than that she was in deep sleep.

The next day at 7 am, Alexander called his assistant to drive him and Isabelle back to York Garden.

Madam Mary was already awake. When she saw the car, she ran out to greet them. Alexander carried Isabelle, who was fast asleep, upstairs, into their room.

With concern, Madam Mary asked, "Mr. Smith, what's wrong with Mrs. Smith?"

When Alexander changed his shoes, he remembered what Madam Mary had just said. Without shifting his eyes, he carried Isabelle while telling Madam Mary, who was putting the shoes away, in a flat tone, "Nothing much, Mrs Smith was just on her period."

Alexander paused for a while, then remembered the doctor's instructions and said, "Make more nutritional foods for the Mrs Smith to nourish the body."

As soon as Madam Mary heard that it was the period, she instantly felt relieved and nodded without hesitation in response to Alexander's instructions.

The bed cover and quilt cover on the bed had already been changed by Madam Mary. Alexander put Isabelle down. He pulled over the covers and didn't forget to turn up the central heating in the room by two degrees. Then he walked out of the bedroom, back downstairs, and out. The assistant was still waiting at the door.

Alexander silently glanced over at the assistant, but then strode over to the back garden.

The assistant hurriedly caught up.

Alexander was far away from the mansion by the time he stopped. Having done an all-nighter, he pulled a cigarette out from his pocket. He lit it up and took two hard drags before he told the assistant, "I won't be going to the office for a while. If there's anything that can be pushed back, do that. If there's something really urgent, send me an email. I'll handle it at night. Try not to call me."

Alexander took another hard drag and added in calm voice, "I want to stay at home with her for some time."

The assistant knew the "her" Alexander mentioned referred to Isabelle. He nodded and said, "Understood, Mr. Smith."

Alexander thought about it for a moment, then instructed him, "Also, her scenes in 'Alluring Times' for the next five days, delay them. The doctor says, she needs at least seven days rest."

"I'll contact the director."

Alexander didn't say anything.

The assistant waited a while, and said, "Mr. Smith, is there anything else?"

Alexander's eyes fell on a rose that bloomed not too far away. He stared straight at it for a long while before turning to say to the assistant, "Her... miscarriage, don't let her know..."

"But what do we do if Miss Davis senses something wrong?"

"I'll tell Madam Mary that her period came, and I'll talk with the hospital. They won't leak any information. Also, check to see if anyone followed us and took photos. If they did, then stop them. I've spoken to the doctor. They say that after the operation, besides feeling weak, she'll feel a little bloated, no different from a period."

Alexander took another drag, and with hints of sadness in his voice said, "No matter what happens, just do as I tell you to. I just can't imagine what would happen if I told her when she woke up that she'd lost her child, not to mention..."