Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 139: Want to Go Out?

Shane glanced at Audrey Sutton and said to her, "I think you’ve read too many novels and comics."

"Weren’t you the one who said Miles Sterling has violent tendencies? Plus, I think Vanessa has always been particularly afraid of him, feeling like he must have laid hands on her."

"Such matters are for your elder brother to handle, not for you to worry about."

Audrey Sutton thought about it and realized it made sense. If Miles Sterling really did lay hands on Vanessa, she should have reported it to the police.

When Vanessa returned to her room and opened the gift box, her face couldn’t help but light up with a smile as she took out the life-size pillow from the vacuum bag.

The main character in her comics indeed had shadows of Quentin Sterling, so looking at the cartoon character on the pillow felt like seeing Quentin Sterling in her eyes.

She really liked this gift.

But then she got worried again. The pillow was so big, Miles Sterling would definitely notice it, and then~ he’d surely start asking questions.

But since it was from Audrey Sutton, he probably wouldn’t mind?

Despite thinking this way, Vanessa still hid the pillow under the blanket.

"Tap—Tap—" The sound of footsteps came from outside, and Vanessa actively stepped outside, intending to greet him outside so he wouldn’t come into her room.

As she stepped out, she saw Miles Sterling walking into the house with a tall, voluptuous woman.

Vanessa pursed her lips and didn’t make a sound, and Miles Sterling only glanced at her briefly, then casually lowered his head and kissed the woman in his arms.

The woman, taking off her high heels, looked at Vanessa and asked Miles Sterling, "Who’s she?"

Miles Sterling smiled, but his tone carried a hint of danger, "Don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked."

The woman sensibly smiled, took off the mink cape draped over her shoulders, clinging to Miles Sterling, who lifted her horizontally and said suggestive words straight upstairs.

Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and went back to her room.

More than two hours later, she heard the woman go downstairs and leave.

Miles Sterling came down a few minutes later, with slow footsteps approaching Vanessa’s door.

He pushed the door open, looking at Vanessa sitting at her desk, coldly asking, "Is your hand better?"

Vanessa glanced at him, carefully nodded her head with a soft "uh-huh."

"Want to go out?"

Vanessa looked at him, unable to discern his emotions, and didn’t dare answer.

To say "No" would be too fake, yet saying "Yes" made her afraid he might not actually intend to let her go out.

Sure enough, a few seconds later he said, "Don’t think about going anywhere today, stay home and be good."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door but didn’t lock it.

Leaving the door unlocked only meant she could go downstairs to fetch deliveries or buy things from the store downstairs, but she couldn’t go far, and definitely couldn’t meet friends to hang out.

Even if today was her birthday.

He went out again, and every time she heard him leave, Vanessa felt a moment of relief.

After five o’clock in the afternoon, she was rummaging through the fridge, planning to cook something casual.

"Ding—Ding—" The phone rang urgently.

She looked at the incoming number. Although it wasn’t stored, she knew clearly who it was.

"...Hello."

But the sound she was expecting wasn’t the one she got; instead, it was a girl’s voice, "Vanessa? I’m your Aunt Morgan, your Uncle Sterling and I are downstairs, can you come down?"

"...Downstairs?"

Clarissa Morgan smiled and explained, "Isn’t today your birthday? We brought a little gift, are you home?"

"I am... Please wait a moment, I’ll come down now."

Vanessa was a bit surprised that he still remembered her birthday.

Going downstairs, she saw Miles Sterling’s car parked below, Clarissa Morgan sitting in the passenger seat, rolled down the window to greet her, not even getting out of the car, directly handing her a paper bag through the window. "I picked out a dress for you, but your Uncle Sterling paid for it, so consider this as a gift from him too. Try it on at home to see if it fits, if not, I’ll take it back and change it."

Vanessa reached out to take the bag, quietly said, "Thank you."

Her gaze instinctively looked towards the driver’s seat, and just as Quentin Sterling leaned over, he said, "Lucky for you, your Aunt has a keen eye, I completely forgot today was your birthday."

Vanessa smiled, pursing her lips uncertain about what to say.

"Vanessa, are you home alone? Want to eat out with us? We can help you celebrate your birthday simply," Clarissa Morgan said enthusiastically.

Vanessa took a step back, smiled, and politely declined, "Thanks, Uncle and Aunt, I’ve already prepared food..."

"Alright then, we’ll be on our way."

Vanessa nodded, stepping back half a step.

But she heard Quentin Sterling ask her, "What happened to your hand?"

Vanessa smiled, using the same excuse to brush it off.

Quentin Sterling still said she hadn’t grown up, and was as clumsy as she was when she was a child.

Vanessa’s nose tingled, watching his car drive away.

She looked down at the bag in her hand and turned back into the building, getting into the elevator.

Quentin Sterling’s car had just reached the community gate when he spotted Miles Sterling walking toward the entrance holding a cake box.

Miles Sterling recognized Quentin Sterling’s car, shook the keychain in his hand, and deliberately stood in the middle of the road.

Quentin Sterling slowed down and stopped, Clarissa Morgan rolled down the window, looked at the cake in Miles Sterling’s hand, smiling, "Celebrating Vanessa’s birthday when you go back?"

Miles Sterling didn’t answer the question but asked, "What are you doing here?"

Clarissa Morgan said, "Isn’t today Vanessa’s birthday? Quentin and I bought her a dress as a gift, we just brought it over since we were around."

"Appreciate it," Miles Sterling said, but didn’t mention a "thanks," leaving immediately, making it clear he wasn’t appreciative.

Not at all concealing his resistance and dislike toward Quentin Sterling.

Vanessa went back to her room, took the dress out of the bag and looked at it. Although Clarissa Morgan selected it, Quentin Sterling should have given his opinion on what kind of dress suited her during the selection.

With that thought, Vanessa held up the dress to the mirror to compare.

An emerald velvet dress, though not the type she usually wore, the dress was indeed beautiful.

Before she could admire it longer, there were sounds from outside.

Vanessa hurriedly folded the dress haphazardly and stuffed it back into the bag, hearing footsteps getting closer, in a hurry, she directly shoved the bag into the cabinet beneath the dressing table.

Just as she closed the cabinet and stood up, the door opened from the outside.

Miles Sterling stood at the door, glanced at her, said nothing, walked into the room, and opened several wardrobe doors, searching impatiently and roughly.

Seeing his emotions were off, Vanessa stood aside, not daring to even breathe.

"Where did you hide it?" He stopped his searching, turned around, and asked Vanessa.