Chapter 1343


    Chapter 1343 Gilbert and Marigold (18)


    Marigold felt mortified too, but on top of that, there was also a tinge of sadness.


    After all, no matter how she looked at it, Gilbert had rejected herst night. Even though neither of them


    brought upst night’s events, she felt they both understood what had happened without needing to


    spell it out.


    Gilbert walked into the living room while Marigold was having breakfast. Seeing him, she mustered up


    the courage to say, “Have breakfast before going to work.”


    ‘No thanks. I’ll eat at the office.” Gilbert declined and left the vi.


    Marigold was taken aback at his curt reply, sadness welling up in her eyes. She knew her actionsst


    night were somewhat abrupt, but it shouldn’t be so bad that Gilbert was avoiding her like the gue


    now. The way he reacted made it seem as if she were some ferocious beast or monster.


    In reality, Marigold had been overthinking everything. Gilbert wasn’t avoiding her; it was because of his


    embarrassment from the dreamst night that he felt too ashamed to face her. However, Marigold,


    being unaware of this, naturally thought Gilbert was avoiding her intentionally.


    Perhaps because of her illness, Marigold’s way of thinking also became somewhat odd. She wanted to


    be with Gilbert but also cared deeply about upholding her remaining dignity. Now that Gilbert was


    intentionally avoiding her, she acted stubbornly and returned the favor by not paying attention to him.


    The two of them remained at an impasse until Saturday. The next day would be their baby’s naming


    ceremony, and Gilbert had made arrangements for the celebration to be held at a hotel. He wanted to


    discuss the flow of events tomorrow with Marigold.


    Hence, he returned earlier that day. Right then, Marigold happened to be having dinner. She was


    somewhat surprised to see him back so early but didn’t initiate a conversation.


    Gilbert walked over and sat across from her while asking a maid to bring him a set of cutlery.


    ‘Tomorrow is Caleb’s naming ceremony, and I’ve pretty much arranged everything. Take a look and see


    if there’s anything else we need to prepare. ‘ Gilbert handed a tablet to Marigold. It contained


    information about the decorations at the hotel and the event flow chart.


    Marigold nced at it casually. Although she was upset with him, she couldn’t deny that his ns were


    devised meticulously and were basically wless. She couldn’t find any fault with his arrangements.


    ‘Everything looks fine. I don’t think there’s anything you haven’t prepared,” Marigold replied while


    munching her food absentmindedly; her mind was clearly drifting somewhere else.


    Gilbert took back the tablet, grunted in acknowledgment, and focused on his meal. The two of them


    remained silent, neither of them speaking up.


    After a while, Gilbert finally sensed that something was off. “You seem to be in a bad mood. What’s


    wrong?” he asked.


    ’Am I? You’re overthinking it,” Marigold replied while eating, feeling uneasy inside.


    She didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad at that moment. It was quite rare for Gilbert to notice that


    she was upset. But even if he noticed, did it make a difference? At the end of the day, he didn’t have


    any kind of special feelings toward her.


    As she thought about it, the hopefulness and excitement that had driven her to pursue her love


    extinguished, leaving her gloomy and dismal.


    Gilbert wasn’t one to make things difficult for himself. He could tell that Marigold didn’t want to talk to


    him much, so he didn’t say anything further.


    And so, the two of them silently finished their dinner without further interaction.


    After dinner, the nanny brought Caleb downstairs, and Gilbert spent some time ying with his child


    before returning to his room. As for Marigold, she’d already gone back to her room after finishing her


    meal and didn’t y with their child as she usually did.


    Gilbert could tell that something wasn’t right with her, but he had no intention of meddling. Although


    they had a child and were living together now, they weren’t really in a rtionship, so he had no right to


    interfere in her affairs.


    It was perhaps a good thing that Marigold didn’t know what went on in his mind. If she knew, it would


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