Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 68: Follow

Chapter 68: Follow

Mason was leaving Paris and heading to London.

Ellen hurried through the bustling streets of Paris, her mind racing with the information she had just received from Philip. Her heart pounded as she flagged down a taxi, the urgency of the situation fueling her movements. As the taxi sped through the streets, Ellen’s thoughts raced uncontrollably. Why was Mason leaving so suddenly? And why hadn’t he told her?

When the taxi finally pulled up in front of the hotel, Ellen quickly paid the driver and rushed inside. The cool air of the lobby hit her like a wave, momentarily slowing her pace as she tried to gather her thoughts. She was just about to head straight for the elevator, intent on going up to Mason’s room to confront him, but then she spotted him.

Mason was standing in the lobby, deep in conversation with Philip. The two men appeared to be discussing something serious, their expressions focused and intense. Ellen’s breath caught in her throat, and she hesitated, not wanting to interrupt whatever important discussion they were having. Instead, she found herself slowly retreating, her back pressing against a nearby pillar as she tried to steady her nerves. She leaned against the cool surface, her mind racing as she watched them from a distance.

Philip glanced in her direction, his gaze meeting hers for a brief moment. Ellen felt a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck, but Philip quickly looked away, turning his attention back to Mason. They exchanged a few more words, their voices too low for Ellen to hear.

Philip finished his conversation with Mason and as he turned to leave, he walked past Ellen, who was still leaning against the pillar, trying to blend into the background.

As Philip walked away, Ellen’s eyes followed him for a moment before she took a deep breath and pushed herself off the pillar. Her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to approach Mason, who was now looking down at his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of how to start the conversation. Should she confront him about the sudden trip? Should she ask why he hadn’t told her himself? But before she had the chance to organize her chaotic thoughts, she found herself calling out his name.

"Mason."

He looked up from his phone, his expression softening slightly when he saw her. But there was something in his eyes that made Ellen pause. It was as if he was waiting for her to say something, to ask the question that was on the tip of her tongue. But Ellen couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t just blurt out, "Are you really going to London right now?" because she knew that would only lead to more questions—questions she wasn’t ready to answer.

Mason would ask how she knew, and then he’d realize that Philip had told her everything, including his schedule. But why shouldn’t she know? She was his wife, after all. She had every right to know where her husband was going.

But before Ellen could gather the courage to speak, Mason broke the silence. "I’m going to London tonight," he said, his voice calm, as if he were discussing the weather. "I’ll probably be back home in a week, maybe sooner."

Ellen nodded, trying to keep her expression neutral. "Cool," she managed to say, though the word felt foreign and out of place on her tongue. Cool? She wasn’t cool at all. She was anything but cool. Her mind was racing with a million questions, the top concern being: Was Mason taking Aubrey with him?

The thought gnawed at her, refusing to let go. If Aubrey was going to London with Mason, then Ellen had no choice—she’d follow them there too. She couldn’t bear the thought of Aubrey trailing Mason across countries like some lovesick shadow, and she’d be damned if she let that woman think she could stalk her husband without consequences.

Mason seemed to sense her unease, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her face. It was as if he could read her thoughts, see the conflict that was raging inside her. "I’m going alone," he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Ellen’s head snapped up, her eyes meeting his. She searched his face for any sign of deception, but all she saw was that same calm expression. "Of course you are," she replied, trying to sound casual, as if the idea that he might have been planning to take Aubrey with him hadn’t even crossed her mind.

Mason raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Right," he said, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "I didn’t ask Aubrey to come with me."

Ellen’s heart skipped a beat. She felt her stomach churn, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling up inside her. How did he always seem to know exactly what she was thinking? "I wasn’t talking about Aubrey," she lied, her voice just a bit too sharp.

"Really?" Mason’s smirk widened slightly. "Isn’t she the reason you came to Paris?"

Ellen froze, her mouth suddenly dry. She opened her mouth to deny it, to say something, anything, but no words came out. Mason’s eyes bore into hers, the knowing look in them making her feel exposed, as if he could see right through her.

Mason’s voice was calm, almost gentle as he continued. "You came to Paris because you knew Aubrey was here too, following me."

Ellen felt her face flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He knew. He had known all along, and yet he hadn’t said anything. He had let her come all the way to Paris, knowing exactly why she was here, and now he was forcing her to admit it out loud. What a jerk, she thought bitterly. First, he knew that Aubrey was here to follow him, so why hadn’t he done anything to chase her away? And now, he was making her confront the very thing she had been trying to avoid.

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