Reborn As Mr. Coldwell's Wife
Chapter 85: He’s Home

Chapter 85: He’s Home

The private jet landed smoothly on the runway, the hum of the engines gradually dying down as the plane came to a stop. As the aircraft came to a halt, the door was opened, and a set of stairs was lowered. Mason was the first to step out, followed closely by Philip.

Philip took a deep breath, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Ah, it feels good to be home," he said, stretching his arms above his head as if to shake off the lingering fatigue from the flight.

Mason only nodded in response, his expression neutral. As they walked across the tarmac toward their waiting cars, Philip glanced at Mason, noticing the familiar, distant look in his boss’ eyes. "You know," Philip began, his tone casual, "I really hope you’re not planning to go straight to the office."

Mason suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Philip to nearly bump into him. Mason turned his head slightly, cutting Philip off with a firm, "I’m going straight home."

Philip halted as well, looking at Mason with a mix of surprise and confusion. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if Mason was joking or if he had misheard. "What?" Philip asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Mason’s expression was serious as he turned to fully face Philip. "I said, I’m going straight home," he repeated, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Philip blinked, still processing Mason’s words. "Seriously? You’re not going to the office to continue working?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

"It’s already late," Mason replied, glancing at the fading light in the sky. "I won’t be going to the office tonight."

Philip’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and a smirk began to tug at the corners of his mouth. "Well, this is news," he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge. "As far as I can remember, you like to spend most of your time in that office of yours."

Philip then clapped his hands together, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He quickly closed the distance between them, draping his arm over Mason’s shoulder in a brotherly manner. "So," he said, his voice full of teasing, "you must be eager to see Ellen, huh?"

Mason immediately shrugged off Philip’s arm, his expression hardening as he shot his friend a warning look. "Stop talking nonsense," Mason said, his tone icy and controlled.

Philip chuckled, undeterred by Mason’s cold reaction. "Oh, come on," he teased, his grin widening. "You can tell me the truth. I’m your friend, after all."

Mason paused for a moment, his gaze locking onto Philip’s. There was a seriousness in his eyes that made Philip’s smile waver slightly. "You really want to know the truth?" Mason asked, his voice low and measured.

Philip hesitated, suddenly unsure if he wanted to push the conversation further. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I do."

Mason took a step closer to Philip, his expression unreadable. "The truth is," he began, his voice calm but with a hint of finality, "I can’t wait to go home so I don’t have to listen to your nonsense anymore."

Then, without waiting for a response, Mason turned on his heel and continued walking toward the cars. Philip stood there for a second, watching Mason’s retreating figure. He shook his head with a chuckle, realizing he had been outplayed again.

Just as Mason was about to get into his car, he heard Philip’s voice calling out from behind him. "Say hi to Ellen for me!" Philip shouted, his tone still light and playful, even as he waved goodbye.

Mason didn’t respond, but as he climbed into the car, he couldn’t help the small, almost imperceptible smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The car pulled away from the airport, smoothly merging onto the road that would take Mason home. As the city lights began to blur past the window, his thoughts already shifting to what awaited him at home.

For once, he wasn’t thinking about work or the endless responsibilities that usually consumed his mind. Instead, his thoughts were centered on the one thing that had been pulling at his focus since they began their descent—the idea of finally going home, where a certain someone was waiting.

He had finished everything quickly, wrapping up meetings and finalizing details with a speed that surprised even him. Initially, he was supposed to return tomorrow. But something inside him pushed him to come home early.

He had wondered, almost absently, how Ellen would react when she saw him earlier than expected. Would she be surprised? Would she even care?

As the car pulled up to his house, Mason felt a sense of relief wash over him. He stepped out of the car, and made his way to the front door. The house was quiet, peaceful, as he entered. He could guess that Ellen was probably already asleep by now. It was late, and after the long journey, most people would have already turned in for the night. But instead of heading straight to his own room, Mason felt a pull in another direction. His feet carried him almost instinctively to Ellen’s room.

Mason approached Ellen’s door quietly, careful not to make a sound. He slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. The room was dark, but as his eyes adjusted, he realized the bed was empty. Ellen was nowhere to be seen.

A flicker of surprise passed through him, quickly replaced by a tinge of worry. He closed the door softly, his mind already considering where she could be.

With a silent sigh, Mason turned and made his way to his own room. As he approached, he noticed the door was slightly ajar, a thin sliver of light spilling into the hallway. He gently pushed the door open and was met with the sight of a familiar figure curled up on his bed.

Ellen was sound asleep, her form small and peaceful under the soft covers. Her chest rose and fell with each steady breath, and a few strands of her hair had fallen across her face. The sight of her there, in his bed, was both unexpected and strangely endearing.

Mason’s expression softened as he walked over to the bed, his steps slow and careful so as not to wake her. He stood beside the bed for a moment, just watching her sleep. The usual tension that lined his face seemed to ease, replaced by a rare, gentle smile.

He reached out and gently brushed the stray strands of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering in the softness of her hair. "This is the second time," he murmured quietly to himself, his voice low and warm. tiny, barely noticeable smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he spoke. "I’m home."

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