Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 45: He Cares

Chapter 45: He Cares

Ellen sat on the balcony of her hotel room, the cool night breeze rustling her hair as she gazed out at the shimmering lights of Paris. The city was alive with activity, even at this hour, with the soft glow of street lamps and the occasional flash of a car passing by. She held her phone in her hand, the screen displaying Mason’s tightly packed schedule. Her eyes skimmed over the numerous meetings, client dinners, and business engagements that filled his days.

With a sigh, she placed the phone on the small table beside her. She knew she couldn’t meet him tonight; he was currently at dinner with one of his clients. Leaning back in her chair, she let her gaze wander over the cityscape. The Eiffel Tower stood majestically in the distance, its lights twinkling like a beacon. She raised her hand and used her finger to trace imaginary lines to random points in the city, wondering where Mason might be at that moment.

"Mason, you really run a tight ship," she mused softly to herself. She admired his dedication and drive, but it also made her heart ache a little. He was only twenty-four years old, and while others his age might be grappling with midlife crises or simply enjoying their youth, Mason was busy building an empire. He secured contracts, met with clients, and expanded his business with fierce determination. His father must be so proud, she thought, recalling how her own father had been thrilled about her marrying Mason. Her father appreciated Mason’s work ethic, seeing a similar spark in him.

Ellen rested her chin in her hand, lost in thought. The romance aspect of the novel had been her primary focus. She’d been so caught up in the dramatic twists and turns of Aubrey’s attempts to win Mason’s heart that she hadn’t paid much attention to the details of Mason’s life. Now that the story had somehow become her reality, those details were impossible to ignore.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the sounds of the city wash over her. The distant hum of traffic, the occasional laughter from passersby below, and the soft rustle of leaves created a soothing symphony. She tried to imagine Mason’s day, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. It must be exhausting, Ellen thought, to constantly be on the move, always thinking about the next deal, the next opportunity.

Opening her eyes, she picked up her phone again and scrolled through his schedule. She knew she had to be patient and understanding, but it was hard not to feel a pang of loneliness. She wanted to be there for him, to share in his triumphs and support him through his challenges. But tonight, all she could do was wait.

"Where are you now, Mason?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. She imagined him sitting in a luxurious restaurant, discussing business with a client, his face a mask of professionalism. She could almost see him nodding thoughtfully, his eyes focused and intent.

Ellen stood up and leaned against the balcony railing, looking out over the city once more. She traced the outline of the Eiffel Tower with her finger, feeling a mix of awe and melancholy. Paris was a city of love, but tonight, it felt like a city of longing.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, accompanied by a shouted, "Room service!" Startled, Ellen quickly left the balcony and hurried to the door. She opened it to find two staffs with a trolley laden with food.

"Are you Mrs. Ellen Coldwell?" one of them asked, looking at a slip of paper.

"Yes, that’s me," Ellen replied, stepping aside to let them in.

The staffs wheeled the trolley into the room and began setting the dishes on the table. Ellen watched as they lay out a delicious feast: a bowl of creamy pumpkin soup, a plate of fresh bread rolls, a beautifully plated salad with colorful vegetables, and a steaming entrée of coq au vin. There was even a small dessert tray with an assortment of pastries and a bottle of sparkling water.

As the staffs finished setting up, Ellen quickly grabbed her bag and fished out her purse. She handed each of them a generous tip. "Merci," she said, smiling.

"Merci beaucoup, madame," they replied in unison, before leaving the room.

Ellen turned to the table, her eyes widening with delight at the sight of the food. Her stomach growled loudly, a reminder of how long it had been since she last ate. With a big smile, she touched her belly. "What perfect timing," she murmured. She had decided to sleep after Mason left for his meeting and had only woken up an hour or so ago, super hungry.

She couldn’t wait to dig in. She grabbed a spoon and was about to take a bite of the soup when she paused, a thought suddenly occurring to her. She didn’t order this. But the staffs had confirmed her name, so it couldn’t be a mistake.

Her mind raced, and felt a bit paranoid. Could this be from Aubrey? Did she ask them to put something in it? Poison, maybe? No, that was absurd. Aubrey wouldn’t go that far. Still, the idea scared her enough to make her hesitate.

As she stood there, her phone buzzed with a new message. She picked it up and saw a chat from Philip.

Philip: Do you like the food?

Ellen’s tension melted away. So, it was from Philip. She smiled, relieved and touched by his thoughtfulness. She quickly typed a response.

Ellen: Thank you, Philip. It looks amazing!

Almost immediately, another message came through.

Philip: Don’t thank me, thank Mason. He asked me to call room service to order food for you.

Ellen’s smile grew even wider. She felt a happy warmth spread through her. Mason had thought of her, even with his packed schedule. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for him.

Maybe he cared about her after all.

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