Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 170: The Ultimate Question

Chapter 170: The Ultimate Question

What a day, she thought to herself, her eyes drifting over to the suitcase she had left on the floor. With a sigh, she pushed herself away from the bedroom door and made her way over to it, unzipping it and beginning to unpack.

As she folded her clothes and placed them back into her drawers, Ellen’s thoughts drifted to the earlier confrontation with Aubrey. It was a shame, she thought. I didn’t get a chance to dig deeper and find out if she was the one who sent those bloody roses.

She had been too distracted, too caught up in entertaining Aubrey’s crazy remarks. Ellen shook her head again. She should’ve pressed harder, should’ve asked more questions—but instead, she’d let herself get pulled into Aubrey’s games.

A sudden knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. She set the shirt aside and walked over to the door, opening it.

There stood Mason, his expression tired but his eyes still holding that familiar glint. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her for a second before stepping inside, brushing past her. Ellen watched, bewildered, as he made his way over to her bed and threw himself onto it, his body sprawling out on the comforter.

She blinked, her mouth opening and closing for a moment as she tried to process what was happening. Finally, she managed to speak. "Mason... what are you doing?"

Mason looked over at her, putting on a totally innocent face.

"What do you think I’m doing?". He raised an eyebrow at her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Did you forget what we talked about the other day?"

Ellen’s eyes widened, her mind racing as she tried to remember. "What? About what?"

Mason let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes as if he couldn’t believe she had forgotten. "You know," he continued. "About working on it once I got back." He shot her a knowing look, his smirk getting bigger. "So let’s do it now."

Ellen stared at him, her eyes widening even more as the memory finally clicked into place. Oh. Her face turned bright red, her eyes darting away from his as she stammered, "Y-you mean... about having a child?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Mason let out a laugh. "Chill, Ellen," he calmed her. "I’m just messing with you." He let out another laugh, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "I just want to sleep here. The damn jet lag is killing me."

Ellen blinked, her face still flushed, her heart still pounding in her chest. She looked at him, her confusion slowly giving way to a mix of relief and exasperation. "What’s wrong with sleeping in your own room?"

Mason just gave her a tired look, his eyes half-closed. "Ellen, just let me sleep here." His body sinking further into the comforter. "And don’t make any unnecessary noise, okay?"

Ellen let out a sigh, rolling her eyes as she shrugged. "Fine, whatever," she replied. She turned back to her suitcase, her hands moving to continue unpacking, though she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

Ellen placed the last of her clothes into the drawer and slid it shut with a gentle click. She straightened up, her eyes scanning the room, ensuring that everything was in its proper place. The suitcase lay empty on the floor before she closed it and pushed it under the bed, making sure it was out of the way.

She turned back toward Mason, who was still sprawled out across her bed, his eyes half-closed, a lazy smile on his lips. He looked so relaxed, his usually sharp features softened by sleepiness. His hair was slightly disheveled, and he was hugging one of her pillows, his long frame taking up most of the bed.

"Ellen," Mason suddenly called her.

"Hmm?"

Mason opened his eyes slightly. He then shifted on the bed, making room for her, and patted the spot beside him. "Come lay down with me."

Ellen paused for a second, glancing between Mason’s face and the spot he’d cleared for her. She felt a little flutter of nerves in her chest but pushed it away. She moved forward, slipping her shoes off and climbing into the bed beside him. The mattress dipped under her weight, and she settled down, turning on her side to face Mason.

She could feel the warmth from him spreading her way, and she felt a sense of calm wash over her as she looked at him. Mason’s eyes were closed again, but there was a small, content smile on his lips, and he shifted slightly, his arm moving to rest across her waist.

Ellen bit her lip, her eyes flickering away from Mason’s face as she hesitated, debating whether or not to ask the question that had been on her mind since earlier. After a moment, she said, "Do you believe what Aubrey said earlier?" She kept her gaze on the comforter. "About her coming here to see how I was doing?"

Mason let out a soft snort, his eyes opening slightly to look at her. "No," he answered. "I don’t believe her for a second."

Ellen felt a smile start to form on her lips. She looked at Mason, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, they just looked at each other.

But then, a different question rose in Ellen’s mind. She hesitated, her heart suddenly thumping in her chest and her mouth going dry. She knew she shouldn’t ask—she realized there was a chance the answer would sting, but she couldn’t hold back.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "Mason... do you still love Aubrey?"

Mason’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, there was a flicker of surprise in his gaze. He blinked, his face going blank.

Finally, Mason let out a slow breath, his eyes closing as he turned his head away from her. "Yes," he replied. "I do. I love her. I love Aubrey."