CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: MR. FITZGERALD IS TRULY AMAZING

Brooke naturally sensed those strange looks, feeling like thorns were piercing her back.

She was so angry that she almost crushed the wine glass in her hand.

At that moment, Ethan unexpectedly approached and said, "Brooke, may I invite you to dance?"

His eyes held an uncontrollable hint of fervor.

Brooke was infuriated by his lack of perception.

But she dared not show it, only pretending to look sad, "Sorry, Ethan, I’m not in the mood right now. I messed up the project tonight, and your brother seems angry. Now... everyone is giving me weird looks!"

Ethan couldn’t stand seeing her so downcast and quickly comforted her, "How could it be your fault? It’s all Sabrina’s doing, sabotaging the project. She did it on purpose to get back at you! That woman has always been so venomous. My brother has seen through her long ago. He definitely wouldn’t blame you."

"Really?"

Brooke seemed skeptical.

Ethan assured her, "Of course! You know how much my brother cares about you, and I’m on your side too, so don’t worry! As for these people, just ignore them. Once you marry my brother, they’ll know who the real Mrs. Hawthorne is."

Brooke nodded and finally broke into a smile, "Thank you, Ethan. I feel so much better, it’s good to have you around."

...

Sabrina went straight home after the reception.

Entering the house, she unexpectedly saw Jordan in the living room.

The man had already taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a fine white shirt and trousers, holding a glass of red wine, his aura quite low.

He seemed to be in a bad mood!

When did he leave the reception?

Sabrina wondered for a moment, but couldn’t be bothered to delve into it.

She took off her high heels and was about to head to her room to check on Zara.

Typically at this hour, the little one would be asleep, she wondered if there’d been any fuss tonight.

With these thoughts, she passed by Jordan without a glance.

Under the lights, her makeup remained exquisite, her beautiful dress accentuating her slender waist, swaying gracefully as she walked.

Jordan’s face darkened abruptly, anger smoldering in his eyes.

This woman dared to treat him as if he were invisible?

In fury, he set down his glass, took a few quick steps forward, and grabbed Sabrina’s wrist.

Sabrina hadn’t expected this move, stumbled slightly, almost losing her balance.

In shock and anger, she asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Her tone was icy, and even her stunning face carried a certain hostility and cold allure.

It seemed like the first time Jordan had seen her like this, his heart wavered. Already slightly drunk, he instinctively went to embrace her waist.

Sabrina was quick to react, shaking off his hand and pushing him away.

Jordan stepped back, his expression extremely cold, a mocking smile on his lips, "Sabrina, are you trying to avoid my touch? Dressed like this, who are you trying to impress, Josee?"

Sabrina’s face turned unsightly, "What’s it to you?"

"Oh, what’s it to me!!!"

Jordan’s rage was palpable, his voice cutting and devoid of warmth, "Sabrina, do you still remember your status? Dressed like this, consorting with other men, even helping to steal business from the Hawthorne Family, you’re really something!"

Sabrina seemed to hear a joke.

He’s really the master of turning the tables!

Her face was full of mockery, "President Hawthorne, if your memory is poor, I can help you recall. It was you who kicked me out of the Hawthorne Group! As for consorting... how dare you speak of others?"

Maybe her sarcasm was too heavy, and Jordan couldn’t suppress his anger any longer. In a few strides, he grabbed Sabrina and threw her onto the sofa.

He then leaned over, "Sabrina, are you really that restless? I haven’t touched you for a while, and you’re already rushing out to find someone else?"

As he spoke, he reeked of alcohol, unruly as he held her wrists, aiming to plant a kiss on her lips.

Sabrina felt both shocked and furious, the revulsion and resistance within her surged instantly.

She didn’t know where the strength came from but she broke free from his grip, then raised her hand and slapped him hard.

"Jordan, who’s the one that can’t stand to be lonely? Do you have any shame? Try touching me again, and I’ll call the police!"

She was trembling with anger, mixed with a faint fear.

The man in front of her felt so unfamiliar.

Since they met, he had always been composed, self-contained, aloof.

But now, there was a sinister air about him that made her incredibly afraid!

Jordan hadn’t expected to be slapped, his handsome face turned sideways, burning with pain, making him involuntarily press his cheek with his tongue.

She dared to hit him?

His eyes burned red, the cold heaviness intensified.

Taking advantage of his daze, Sabrina quickly got up, put distance between them, and angrily wiped her cheek.

In the chaos earlier, she had turned her head to avoid him; she didn’t know if she had been touched.

Just the thought that this man might have kissed Brooke made her feel dirty.

Jordan, infuriated, had his voice laced with a chilling coldness, "Sabrina, you are still my wife, I’m fulfilling my marital duties, and you want to call the police?"

Sabrina looked at him coldly, "I won’t be for much longer, Jordan. Hurry up and sign the divorce papers! Then you can openly go to Brooke... you two are really a match made in heaven!

If you have needs, you should go to her. After all, it’s not the first time you haven’t come home at night!"

Having said that, she turned and quickly went upstairs.

Jordan ground his teeth in anger.

That woman... so willing!!!

Yet somehow, an intense frustration brewed in his heart!

...

After Sabrina returned to her room, the first thing she did was take a shower.

She wanted to wash away the scent of alcohol and everything related to him.

By the time she finished, it was already late.

She went to check on Zara.

The little one slept soundly, her peaceful face was sweet and adorable, her whole being smelled of milk, making one’s heart melt.

In an instant, much of the gloom in Sabrina’s heart was dispelled.

She lay down beside Zara, hugging her to sleep.

The next day, she awoke to a fluffy little head nudging her.

Opening her eyes, she saw Zara snuggling in her arms like a little cat.

Sabrina couldn’t help but smile, hugging her soft body, "Good morning, darling."

Zara smiled with her little mouth, cheerfully saying, "Mommy, good morning..."

Sabrina got up with her to wash up and have breakfast.

Just after eating, the little one enthusiastically tugged at her hand, saying, "Mommy... Zara will play the harmonica for you..."

Sabrina laughed, agreeing, "Alright!"

These past few days, she had been accompanying her daughter in practicing the harmonica.

Although the progress was slow, the little one loved it and was immersing herself in mastering it.

Moreover, her communication had increased, which Sabrina naturally welcomed.

Soon, she took her to practice in the yard.

Near noon, little Zara finally completed a piece.

Sabrina listened, stunned for a long time, and then couldn’t hold back, her eyes turned red.

Her darling Zara... truly getting better every day.

It was something she never dared to imagine before!

Zara had initially tilted her small head, expecting praise, but unintentionally noticed the tears in her mom’s eyes, softly asking, "Mom... why are you crying?"

Sabrina quickly held back her tears and shook her head, "No... Mommy is just very happy. Our darling Zara is amazing to do so well in such a short time."

Hearing this, Zara immediately smiled happily and continued playing for Sabrina.

The little one had no other thoughts, just believing that since Mommy liked it, she wouldn’t stop.

Sabrina felt both relieved and pensive, inevitably thinking of Mr. Fitzgerald.

He was really incredible!

She wondered when he would be back in Veridia!

After pondering for a moment, Sabrina took out her phone to send Assistant Spencer a message, "Hi Assistant Spencer, sorry to bother you, but I have a question for Mr. Fitzgerald. Could you please pass it on to him? If it’s inconvenient, it’s okay!"

Assistant Spencer had left her a business card when he left a few days ago.

He had said to contact him if there was anything.

There was no news from him for a long time.

Until evening, he finally replied, "It’s convenient, go ahead and ask!"