Semua Bab Let’s Divorce My husband : Bab 421 - Bab 430

Sabrina's POV Hazel gazed at him lovingly, discreetly placing a tissue near Charlie's plate, as if knowing he would need it soon. The faint smile that appeared on her face gave a motherly impression, though she didn't say a word.Nicholas remained upright, but there was a rare tenderness in his eyes. He glanced at Charlie occasionally, then glanced down at his own plate. He ate at a calm, unhurried pace, as if savoring every bite. Perhaps it wasn't just the food he was enjoying, but also the camaraderie that was beginning to take hold that evening.I took the opportunity to add a little more vegetables to my plate. The atmosphere was so peaceful: the clink of spoon against plate, Charlie's cheerful chewing, and the warm aroma of food filling the dining room. There was no long conversation, just a mutually complementary presence. Hazel refilled Nicholas's water glass without a word. Nicholas simply nodded in thanks. The simple gesture, at first glance

Sabrina's POV I leaned back slightly into the sofa, savoring the warmth of the coffee cup in my hands. The aroma of roasted beans mixed with the buttery scent of the biscuits Nicholas had brought, wrapping the room in a comfortable haze. The television was still on, showing a lighthearted program that drew the occasional smile from us, but more than anything, I felt that this shared moment mattered far more than whatever was flickering across the screen.I sank deeper into the cushions, letting my body relax. It was rare for me to sit so still without something demanding my attention, without a pile of worries pressing down on me. The heat of the coffee seemed to merge with the gentle warmth of this evening. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Nicholas. He was leaning slightly to one side, shoulders loose, a sight I hardly ever witnessed. Usually, he came home carrying the weight of the day on his face, rushing through dinner before locking himself away in his office.

Sabrina's POV I shook my head at Nicholas, still smiling. “I think you’re far too confident about that idea. A dress isn’t such a simple thing. What if I end up looking ridiculous in it?”“Impossible,” Nicholas replied instantly, his voice steady. “Hazel would never make something that doesn’t suit you. She knows what’s best.”Hazel laughed more freely this time. “Oh my, Nicholas, you haven’t changed at all. You still talk with so much conviction—even when you might not be right.”I laughed along with her and added, “Seems like I need to be careful accepting this offer. Otherwise, I’ll end up being Hazel’s test model.”Hazel arched a playful brow. “Hey, that’s not such a bad idea. In fact, it’d be great. I could try out some new concepts on you. Besides, you’ve got the right posture, Sabrina. Not everyone is willing—or brave enough—to be a ‘living canvas.’”I burst out laughing. “A living canvas? That sounds kind of terrifying.”Nicholas leaned back

Sabrina's POV The sun climbed higher, its rays streaming through the wide family room windows and casting soft shadows across the wooden floor. I kept folding the laundry with steady movements, occasionally smoothing a crease so each piece would lie neat in its stack. Every fabric I touched still held a trace of warmth from the sunlight it had absorbed while drying outside. There was something deeply calming in this simple routine, as though every fold was a small piece of the home I was slowly building together with the people now around me.The clock’s hands shifted quietly, but I remained absorbed in my task. All around me, the family room felt full of life despite its silence. Books half-open on the table, a pillow slightly out of place on the sofa, Charlie’s little stuffed toy left lying on the carpet—each detail had become part of a daily scenery that was growing familiar. This house, which once felt foreign, was beginning to show its warmer face.I paused for a m

Sabrina's POV Hazel slapped her forehead, laughing louder. “Oh my gosh, yes! I always look cold, but honestly I was just… confused.”“Confused about how to deal with new people?” I teased lightly.Hazel nodded shyly. “Something like that. But look at us now, I feel like I’ve known you for ages.”I smiled warmly, feeling this conversation was truly opening a new space between us. “That means we’re starting to trust each other. And trust is a foundation if we want to move forward together.”Hazel looked at me for a long moment, then nodded with a serious expression. “I’ll remember that.” After a short pause, she added more playfully, “But don’t think I’ll stop teasing you. That’s part of how I adapt.”I laughed, flicking on the turn signal to take a smaller road. “Alright then, I’ll be ready to be your teasing victim.”Hazel laughed too, her voice clear and genuine. In that laughter, I could sense something slowly building: trust, comfort, and perhaps even